December 28, 2012
London Report Part 2
This is a very entertaining family. By entertaining of course I mean totally blog worthy. The Englishman has a lovely father, who has a delightful girlfriend. His mother is divine and she has a charming boyfriend. The brother below him may be my new favorite human being, and the youngest brother is hilarious, his wife is adorable, their three kids are delicious.
In four days we have settled into a sibling rivalry that I love. He gets a thrill from pushing my buttons and his banter with the Englishman is perfection. When they reminisce about childhood shenanigans and who is to blame for things, it is hilarious. He feels like my brother, both literally and figuratively because he reminds me so much of my own little brother.
He is the middle brother and to hear him speak of my Englishman is very special. He loves him in a profound way and of all the family I think he misses him the most. He looks at my Englishman with pure love, takes joy out of everything he says, laughs at the same things, and is still waiting for his brother to move back to England, 32 years after he left.
The Englishman's mother is beautiful. Her eyes are big and blue and when I met her and she hugged me, I didn't want her to ever let me go. I hope my son loves me when he is as old as my Englishman, the way my Englishman loves her. When we sit to talk she holds my hand, she plays with my hair, and when he told her he loved me, she said she loved me too.
I love my family. Not because I have to, but because I choose to. It is now the same with the family of my Englishman. I love them. They have welcomed my son and me with open arms and open hearts. I feel safe with these people and when they tell me they want my Englishman to move back one day, I know should that day come, it will be wonderful for us.
My son would live here in a heartbeat and is looking at English universities as an option. The Englishman's kids would also absolutely love to live in England and so it is a real possibility that we would end up here one day. They are great people and it has been a pleasure spending this week with them. By pleasure of course I am not including what happened tonight.
I am still in shock and so it is difficult, but I will blog about it when I have recovered. Tonight I experienced a family ritual that will haunt me for years to come. I have never seen anything like it and not sure I can find the words to properly explain it. The way this family plays Monopoly is unlike any experience I have ever had. Ever. Seriously, ever.
I love Monopoly and grew up playing. I remember serious sibling rivalry when we played in my family as a kid. We don’t play as adults because the aggression and stress is too much for us now, but as crazy as my family was about this game, the Englishman’s family has us beat. Wait until you hear what they do. It is frightening so you’ll have to keep the faith.