Doing stuff: what life really is(n't) about

Second-to-last day of spring break, and I'm still waiting for those "ready to go back to normal, to be home and on a schedule" feelings.

When Eric and I bought our California plane tickets all the way back on December 23, we had plans to do everything we could in the seven days of vacation. Yosemite National Park, the redwood and sequoia forests, the beach, a day in Fresno, and a trip to a super awesome mall were all scheduled into our itinerary. ...We did one of those things (and I guess I did go to a mall for two-ish hours), and I'm so thankful that almost of our plans went unfulfilled.

While the thought of being a newbie into Eric's family was quite intimidating, as if I was the new kid transferring schools halfway through my senior year, the experience has been anything but that. I really feel that I understand the addiction good families can hold over someone.

You know, this transition into married life (happening on January 7 - yay!), really isn't going to be that bad. Sure, I have to learn to live with a male, the increasing bane of existence for many women, and I'm likely to resent my current loves of cooking and cleaning a month into marriage. But many say that the hardest part about marriage is the transition into adding and becoming a member of another family, and although I do hate the thought of picking and choosing when it comes to holidays, I'm thankful that Eric and I can both joyfully say, "Bring it on"...our families are so great.

To all reading this, be thankful and appreciative of your families. You may think of bad or happy experiences when the word 'family' is vocalized, but regardless, your family is a part of who you are; they shape you. They can make you stronger, intentional to love, or entirely abnormal, and still, they stick with you in any sense.