Full circle

Like a lot of us, when I was growing up I heard stories about my parents. They all lived on 'the block' in the Bronx. I picture it as a very close knit family, with my Great-grandma and her  2 sisters sitting in their rockers on the front porch, all together.  All singing to themselves - all different tunes, I was told. We were in the suburbs - which was so far away. 

Now we all live so far away it's nearly impossible to get us all together. Plane tickets for 3-5 kids is almost inconceivable unless it is truly important. But what is truly important? A new baby? A funeral? I wish I could spend weeks in the summer back on the east coast. Late nights, fireflies, horseshoe crabs.  So I am thankful for the Internet and its ability to keep me close to everyone.