Welcome to our weekly feature “Know Your Birdies” where every Friday a question is posed and you get to know us through our answers. This week we’ve asked… and answered: What is your favorite thing about your family?
We are a sentimental group. We Jacksons are known for two things – crying and hugging. And while that might be met with mixed approval, I kind of love it. We feel things deeply, we love fiercely, and crying and hugging (sometimes both at once) are just physical manifestations of those traits. Case in point, my dad is a pastor, and people often felt jipped if a Sunday message didn’t produce tears in his eyes (90% of them did), and consequently often their own. Another example was Mike’s official Jackson family indoctrination which involved the sobfest movie, My Life, in the theater with my entire tear-stained-cheeked clan. Ahh… we are a sappy, affectionate bunch, but honestly if you need a hug, I’m your gal.
If I were to assign a love language to my family it would be quality time. That is one of the things I love the most about the Davis family. We usually carve out time for each other once a week for Sunday dinner, which is a tradition that my mom carried on from her family growing up. It is so easy to let weeks slip by menthol electronic cigarette without seeing one another but we make a conscience decision to met once a week so it doesn’t happen. I love that my mom makes events a celebration. It always feels like a special occasion even if it just a random Sunday. It makes the week less mundane and makes me so grateful for my family.
I love that my family is weird. Not weird in a creepy Uncle kind of way, but weird in a silly, teasing, obnoxious, fun filled way. I can honestly say that I have more fun with my family than with anyone. And it’s always been the case. Even during puberty filled adolescence, I still loved hanging out with my parents and brothers. Sure they embarrassed and annoyed me at times, but whose family doesn’t? At age 14, my dad once dropped my friend and I off at the mall, only to roll down the window and yell out in his booming voice “I looove you Nicky!” Sure I acted mortified and I was. But secretly, I loved it. If I think about it, most of my extended family is crazy too. I guess it’s in the genes. And I couldn’t be happier that my husband and the two sister-in-laws that I have been blessed with have fully embraced our silly ways. We still have impromptu dance parties and practical jokes. It is fun being an Evjen.