Spoiled?

My Uncle Marvin was the first (and only) person to take me fishing.  He had to sit there while I talked incessantly and dropped the worms in the rocks when I tried to pick them up.  He was the person who took us Christmas tree hunting, mushroom hunting and let us run around his house acting like grand kids even when we were his nieces.  I guess that you could say that we were spoiled rotten.  It used to make me so mad when my family would say that because I thought spoiled meant "brat".  Now I know that "spoiled" means lucky.  The most memorable "spoiled rotten" thing that Uncle Marvin ever did for me was to bring the family and Thanksgiving to Minot, North Dakota when we lived there.

When Keith and I were first married, we lived in the tiniest apartment in Minot, North Dakota because he was stationed there in the Air Force.  Minot was 19 1/2 hours away from home and seemed like the other side of the world.  My first Thanksgiving away from home and the family looked like it was going to be terrible until my wonderful family said that they would drive and fly out to spend it in our tiny shoebox apartment. 

I think it is worth mentioning that Minot has terrible, I mean terrible, winters.  This picture is what our winters looked like:

 

YUCK.  This is the point where I get to tell you just exactly how spoiled I am.

 

Uncle Marvin and Aunt Martha drove out to Minot for Thanksgiving, in the winter during a snowstorm.  Mom, Opal & Kelly were all there too.  We all stayed in the tiny apartment.  Yup, that would be spoiled.  I am not proud of being spoiled just very happy that my family loves me enough to do things like going out of their way to be together for the holidays.  Poor Uncle Marvin, however, still says: "I don't know what I was smoking--driving to North Dakota in the snow"! 

 

 

I am truly blessed to have such a wonderful family!