Why is it that whenever I have an obligatory event to attend, I stress out over it?  I always worry about all the things that need to get done over the weekend and how I’ll have to put them off to go out-of-town for a relative’s graduation, retirement or 90th birthday party.  I think about the laundry, and the bills that need paid, and wonder when I’ll find time to get groceries before the week starts all over.  But then, I get there,  and I see people I haven’t seen in years and re-introduce myself to relatives who haven’t seen me since I was a teen, or meet someone new with an interesting story to tell and I’m glad I made the effort.  Babies get bounced on knees and cameras flash.  There’s cake and punch and a dish of mixed nuts and someone tells that embarrassing story that we’ve all heard a million times before.  Hugs are exchanged and as we say good-bye, the guest of honor says, “thanks for making the trip, I’m really glad you made it,” and I am too.

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