Happiness Is

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To most people, the thought of putting 19 family members into one beach house for a week sounds a bit crazy. To the Kinard fam, it's normal. 
It feels like just yesterday we were on the beach flying kites with papa, hitting up Captain Sundaes, and playing in the waves. We blink, and we're back again. After another year of change. Another year of growing up. Another year of new happenings, and learning from mistakes. 
When growing up, our parents have always made it a priority to get away for a week with the family. It was once Myrtle Beach, then Traverse City, then a cruise for the grandparents 50th.. and now our new home is right here in the beautiful mitten state. 
What I've really come to find, is that it doesn't matter one bit where our famiy is for that one week. What matters is that short amount of time we get to soak up just being together. (the beach and sunny weather doesn't hurt the situation either..). It's weeks like this that make me come back to what really matters.



What matters is getting excited about having "the blue lagoon" for a week
and sticking 6 middle aged women in the waves, to watch them freak out... (and popping it within 2 days of using it)
What matters is bringing siblings back together after a year of being apart...
What matters is sitting down next to your grandpa on the couch and watching a little golf...
What matters is watching Uncle Lew and Zach sit off to the side during "family pictures" to joke around and most likely make fun of overdramatic family members...
What matters is attempting to take pictures of the siblings with Meena and Papa and getting this instead...
What matters is having the ability to play Settlers of Cataan for hours upon hours and forgetting about the things that normally take up your days at home...
What matters is the grandma who refuses to take pictures and the uncle who sneakily tries to photo bomb every picture you take (please take note of the creeper Uncle Kev in the background)...
Let's be honest with ourselves, we're all a mess of life in our own ways. Nobody has things fully together. We're constantly learning to love. Constantly learning how to do this crazy life, to the best of our abilities. 

But what really matters, is this family. 
This family, who shows me what love looks like, no matter what decision I make.
This family, who is outside the boundaries of "normal".
This family, who will have my back for years to come. 


This is my kind of happiness.


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