We are in the midst of a run of birthdays in our family. Toby turned 1 on Friday, and Meg turns 4 on Tuesday.
We celebrated a combined birthday with my family over the weekend, embracing the current enthusiasm for shared birthday parties while it lasts (I can’t see a combined 10th and 14th happening somehow).
When we were sitting around with my siblings and parents, it occurred to me that these gatherings are going to become rarer. One of my sisters is planning to return to South East Asia where she and her husband have worked on and off for the past 5 years.
We, of course, are moving 4 hours away at the end of the year.
Whilst I am getting excited about the move, one of my major anxieties is moving so far from my family. Granted 4 hours by car is not as far as 3 flights into rural South East Asia. We see my parents and siblings all on a weekly basis. We have a lot of common interests and friends. I love spending time with them. I know it’s not a reason to stay, but it will be quite a change for me.
So in the spirit of embracing what we have right now, everyone is coming back over to our house next weekend. Dad is having a birthday, and whilst we are all together, we should celebrate!