heritage

My grandmother's little sister passed away a couple weeks ago. It was a shock because she was younger than my grandma. Who is still alive and (frail but) healthy.

Now that I've had time to process all the panic and emotion, I've been thinking a lot about my family. My parents, my grandparents, and relatives... Both sides of my family have a rich history of religious leadership and musicianship. My dad - pastor. My mom - music teacher. My grandpas - both pastors. I don't have cousins... but all the second cousins I know are songwriters or opera singers. Basically... I don't have very many relatives that are not pastors or musicians. I think I can actually count on one hand the ones that are not.

I always believed that I was different from my other family members. I did not pursue theology or music. I was "American" and an "individual". But it just hit me today... I married a man who is a musician AND a pastor. We've been married for four and a half years.

Huh. I guess it does matter where you come from.
And today, I am very thankful for my family... and all the rich crazy history it comes with.