This morning I woke up in a hotel room in WV to find three
to four inches of snow on my car, with more coming down. Just to be clear, it
is indeed the 23rd of April. It has officially been spring from more
than a month. I’ve worn shorts; I’ve needed sun screen; but none of that
matters when you’re dealing with mountains and Mother Nature.
I find today’s snow to be rather appropriate because it
falls in honor of one Evelyn Tuckwiller’s birthday. She is my
Grandmother-in-law, and today she turns 92. It’s been quite interesting getting
to know her over the years as Josh’s girlfriend, then fiancé, and now wife. She
is a woman of many contradictions and snow on her birthday is surely fitting
for someone who would like you to believe that she’s as icy as she sometimes
pretend to be. Truth is that under that façade is a warm spring just waiting to
flower.
We surprised her on Friday night, arriving at Josh’s Aunt
Sandy’s house, along with Josh’s mom and dad. She would never utter words like,
“What a nice surprise!” Instead she wondered aloud why we’d bothered. She
voiced similar sentiments the next day when her daughter Suzann, Suzann’s
daughter, her husband, and their new baby all came in the door unannounced.
They had flown in from California all night on the red-eye with a one-year-old.
This nominates them for kid/grandkid/great grandkid of the year, if you ask me.
But however much MaMaw might try to put forth the idea that
we needn’t have bothered and that she was only attending her birthday party to
humor us, you could tell that she was very happy to have her family together.
In fact she had on her Sunday best to attend her birthday party and sat
patiently for group photos with all the family members who came to wish her
well. The informal count put the guests at 82, 80 of which were directly
related by blood or marriage. I would hesitate to say that I’m even related to
80 people on every branch of my family tree together, let alone 80 people who
would come to my birthday party.
Growing up in an Italian family I am quite used to outsized
family events, but I admit that I still struggle with the Tuckwiller family
tree. I’m always grateful for my mother-in-law to explain for the umpteenth
time who everyone is and how they’re related.
But by far the best part of the weekend was seeing MaMaw
interact with her youngest great grandkids (she has close to 30 of them and 3
great great grandkids!). For each of them she has a special affection and loves
to hold and cuddle them. Sorry, lady, but no one who sees you with those sweet
little ones will believe for a second that you’re as brusque as you pretend to
be.