A Weber I Am!

So, it was a great and wonderful Thanksgiving.  We took our new van on it's first road trip.  I can't even describe the difference it made in the attitudes of the kids.  We went home to Nebraska to see family and some friends.  I was super excited to be able to meet my new nephew Lincoln and to see my sister Jessie and her family since we don't get to all be together often.  The week went great with the usual family activities.  Grandma and Gracie in the kitchen cooking, Sera and Ben playing Minecraft,  and Stuart playing dress-up (Because Memaw is cool like that and has dress-up clothes for boys).  We were lucky enough to have not just one Thanksgiving meal, but TWO!  Thursday we spent with my parents and my brother Josh.  Enjoying my mom and Gracie's labor of love.  That night was spent playing Bananagrams (I had never played before, we use them for spelling with Gracie).  Friday was spent watching Husker football, visiting friends, and then the main event....Jessie and her family arrived.  I was earlier for-warned that I was second in line behind my mom when it came to dibs on the baby.  I was completely prepared to trip her and take her down, but I know my place and waited my turn.  It was completely worth it, the baby boy is just beautiful, and cute, and cuddly, and I do believe on more than one occasion I had a plan completely hatched on how I was going to smuggle him out of there and bring him back with us.  It was a relaxing night filled with pizza, cupcakes, and cousins.  The number one thing I LOVE about my family is that it does not matter how long we have been apart, the kids resume like no time has passed.  Saturday was our second Thanksgiving.  The kids played, boys talked technology, and the ladies worked our magic to get dinner on the table.  It was yet another Betty Weber masterpiece!  After dinner we got the christmas tree out and the grandkids decorated it.  This was special to my children because they have never decorated Grandma Betty's tree before.  We haven't even celebrated Thanksgiving in Nebraska since having children.  The tree turned out beautiful.  Every child had a job assigned by Aunt Jessie and it turned out really really pretty.  That night my dad summoned us all to the table....this is where this blog for me gets emotional, and hard to put into words.  He passed around a paper, it was a page from my parents will.  Under a section it listed the biological children: Josh, Joe, and Jessie....then it listed another person to be considered the fourth child in all manners pertaining to the estate....it was me.  I can't explain the feeling.  I cannot put into words what that was like.  I was a little in shock.  All I could really do was grab Sean's hand and pray I could keep it together.  As my dad explained, the point of this was to show and make official that I, Pattie Huetson, am a Weber kid.  I never really realized that even until that day, I had this kind of feeling of being different.  Not being "officially" a Weber kid....always having that word "technically" hanging around. But this was like..DONE...official.  Apparently about five years back my dad asked my mom if they could still adopt me.  Being that I was an adult, married, with kids it was something not workable.  So, this was the next best thing.  This was their way of saying "Hey, you belong to us".  I did manage to keep it together.  In true Weber fashion we all sat and laughed and joked, I do believe Jessie called for a vote before it was official.  But in that moment it was like I belonged.  That is my family, and I am theirs.  I thought of my biological mother through all of this.  I know she would be happy for me.  I know she would understand that for over half my life, Betty and Stan Weber have been my parents.  She'd love this, she would love seeing me happy.  So....I am proud to say...I am a Weber, my kids are Weber kids, and their kids will be Weber kids.  I have so much to be so thankful for!