As if this isn't enough to be happy about, Bobbi is Guyanese. Which means, coincidentally enough, so is the rest of her family. I have friends of many backgrounds and race isn't something that enters my mind very often. I see people's hearts not their skin. But if I can draw from experience, all people of Guyanese background I can ever remember meeting have been great and a lot of fun to be around. My new family is definitely no exception.
From the moment Sandy and I walked through the door we were made to feel like part of the family. There were about twenty of us between the two sides and everyone got along like we'd known each other for years. There was no drama, just laughter, hugs and relaxed conversation. Bobbi's father has done some work in the religious community and we had a great talk about Hinduism; reincarnation and karma. Sandy and I left feeling exhilarated about the whole evening.
I won't write much more, instead I'll let the pictures do the talking.
Steve and Bobbi
Mr. Pimpilicious with Bobbi and Sandy
Rajah and Seeta (Bobbi's father and mother), my mom Lillian and stepfather Tom
In background: me, Sandy, Steve, Bobbi, Evan (Heather's bf)
In foreground: Dharram (Bobbi's brother), Nicole and Mahendra
(Bobbi's brother), Heather (my sister), Peshani (Bobbi's sister)
and her husband Ted
Cailey (Peshani and Ted's daughter) and Hannah (Dharram's daughter)
In striped shirt: Andrew (Ted and Peshani's son) and Ethan (Dharram's son)
Yup, I like this guy!