For the last week I have been waking up to life in Australia with the funnest people on earth. “Funnest” is not a word I realize, but there is really no other description.
There has been breakfast in bed.
There has been a lot, and I mean A LOT of coconut bread.
There has been day, after day, after day at the beach... frolicking in the sun.
The first day I was here we celebrated Christmas. Anyone who was anyone was there.
Nana- we call her Snoop’Ma. Her bedroom is the first on your left in the front door and she doesn’t miss a thing. “Adrienne, where you going?” “When’s Genevieve coming home? Is she with Boe?” “Is Serene at work?” You can count on Snoop Ma to get to the bottom of it. Dad and his wife Karen. Siblings in order of age: Me (where is my Mathew?) Brandt and his wife Sally and their children Giselle, Neihana and mystery baby to be. Tia and her son Jaymee. Serene aka Serena, Raz, Razzy Snazzy, Razzy Ricky, Razzle Dazzle me? Alex and her partner Mark and their mystery baby to be. And last but certainly not least – measuring in at a mere 6 feet 2 inches – Genevieve aka big G, baby G, little big, GLO, Genny D. My favorite thing about our family is that we are a fruit salad. You may laugh, but it’s true. Each person has their own flavor, sweetness, color and texture, thrown in with a little bit of juice to make it go down smooooth. Mixed all together, it becomes a food explosion of delectable sorts. This is my family - meet them.
You know how people say, “You shouldn’t have to wait for the 25th December to celebrate Christmas?” My family is a living testimony of that. Today we celebrated Christmas. It might be the last time for a long time that we are all together in one place. There was fun, and lots of it. There was food, and lots of it. There was love at home, and lots of it. But most importantly, there was an underlying spirit of the Savior. All of this tells me that:ANY day, is a good day to celebrate Christmas.
