Some people say that an intangible cannot take up physical space by it's very definition. I beg to differ.
This past weekend a part of my family that I normally see only on the occasion of funerals got together. These cousins were the same ones who, as children, bonded in a certain and very real way that time and distance has not diminished.
It could be that we all played in the old barn at our grandparent's farm.
It could be that we used our imaginations to liven up lazy summer afternoons by writing plays and acting them out.
It could be that our uncles, bless them all, made us corn cob pipes and we smoked rabbit tobacco out of them and turned lovely shades of green.
It could be we raided the garden for English Peas that were sweeter than candy.
It could be the old front porch swing that held 6 grandkids before it finally broke and spilled them all over the porch.
It may be many more funny and almost forgotten things that we did as kids.
I think though, that it is the love that we were taught for family. More than taught that family is the most important thing in the world, we were shown. We kids were given a great deal of latitude in those days, after all how much trouble could we get into on a 120 acre farm, but we were disciplined by any adult that happened to be in swatting distance of our behinds if we messed up.
We bonded.
As far as intangibles filling up a space, this weekend I saw a building filled with love, laughter, and good memories that time will never erase or change. Thank you cousins, but more importantly thank you parents, aunts, and uncles for showing us the way family should be.
Until next time...........................
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