I love a good book, in a comfy chair, with a soft blanket over my legs. That is comfort to me. I also like to lay down like a corpse and lay my hands folded on my chest. These positions are comfortable to me. The funny thing is that I think these comfort instances were handed to me over the years. I say this because I know for a fact that my mom and sister find comfort in a comfy laying spot and a warm, soft blanket. I know Owen gets this same comfort doing exactly the same thing. Which proves my point that it is handed down subconsciously.
Shane paces around when he talks. He does this because it comforts him. Guess what. So does his uncle. He is so much like his uncle in so many ways. Yet has hardly been around him. Not for any other reason other than we are all very busy. But i like to think that no matter how far away from family you are it doesn’t matter. You take after each other.
It’s comforting to know that my mom, sister and I all do the same thing to relax. I am happy about that. I’m happy to know that my kids do the same thing as other family members. I love picking out each thing they do and figuring out who else does it.
We have such a large, mixed, blended family. I consider us lucky. Blood means a lot but I like to think family means more. I have so many members of my family that are not blood related and we all feel so close.
By blood I am not a Cowdell or a Boissoneault yet I feel so strongly a connection to these two families. I am a part of them and they are a part of me. I would not be who I was today with out these two families.
So in looking at my family, in my home or outside my home I like to think that we are all in different places as the years go on but are all tied together by love. As corny as that sounds it is the truth.
To my family…think of the last time we saw each other. In some cases it was recently. In other instances it was quite some time ago. However no matter the time or space between us we still feel a connection. That doesn’t go away. That is what comforts me.