Family

September 2, 2011.
Before heading to Guatemala, I met up with my family in Georgia. I met two of my dad’s brothers, their wives, and lots of cousins. I was excited, but nervous as well. They were amazing. We looked through photo albums and I heard stories. They are going to get me copies of pictures of my dad. One moment that stands out above the rest was when I met my cousin Ben. The first thing I heard out of his mouth was, “She looks like a McLain.” I never thought I would ever hear that in my entire life. Later, he and I were talking and he said that he had always wondered about the other McLain’s that he knew were out there. I was in disbelief. I told him that I thought I had just been forgotten and he understood why I would feel that way and reassured me that they all wondered about me.
That night we all went out to dinner (Might I add…We went to a steakhouse that has peanuts on all of the tables and you throw the peanut shells on the ground! No lie, I’ve always wanted to go to one of those places!) and we talked and laughed and told stories and were family. I am so glad I took advantage of that opportunity.