There were other great moments I really enjoyed. Like when my cousins and I decided to all try peppermint extract (and proceeded to burn our mouths and make the entire house smell like mint, just by breathing). Or all the kids playing on the trampoline and the brief moment where I caught Motherly trying it out for herself.
Karaoke. Roasting Star Bursts. BBQs. Morning muffins, waffles and crepes. Watching my nieces and younger cousins make pizza (a recipe which I've already made a ton of times since coming home). There was even some dancing.
The greatest moment of the entire trip had to be meeting up with my Dad and my little brothers. I've always loved my family so much, but I've never fit in quite right. I've always felt slightly on the outside of things. My cousin Mitzi said it perfectly, "We sure screwed you up by having everyone raise you. You've got mother-aunts and cousin- siblings."
Except when it came to my Dad and my brothers. My real Dad. Real siblings.
And I love them all.
But it was good to come home.