Monday, October 20, 2008
My Uncle Steve came for a visit yesterday. A pilot, he comes through town occasionally for work, and this time we were lucky to have him with us all day Sunday. We went down to Fells Point, a historic area on the water in downtown Baltimore. We ate at a lovely Irish pub, Slainte (according to our eastern European waiter, it is pronounced slain-cha), that had great food, fabulous views of the Inner Harbor and a very realistic "pub" feel to it. It helps that it was in a 300 year old building. Afterward, we wandered along the piers looking at the boats as well as the interesting architecture that lines the shore.
My uncle is my dad's oldest brother and he and his wife, Randee, have been a huge part of my life. They have been there for me through some really rough times and have shared some of my best. Spending the day with him yesterday brought home to me how hard it is sometimes to be away from all of "my" people. Don't get me wrong, my in-laws are the kindest, most wonderful people who have welcomed me into their family with open arms, but there is something about showing off my baby to people who knew ME when I was a baby that has a whole different feel to it.
As I looked through the pictures we took yesterday, I welcomed a wave of nostalgia. I pulled out a photo album that includes pictures of my family throughout my life and found one of my Uncle Steve and me when I was just a little older than Sophie is now. He looks just the same to me, although the hair's a little grayer, and I look so much like Sophie. I am reminded just how wonderful family is and how lucky I am to have such amazing people in my life.