Our family is close. Very close. There’s always some kind of managed chaos happening with kids running around, birthday parties, Sunday dinners, or just dropping by at mom and dad’s house on the lake. To outsiders it probably looks wild, but to us it’s just life, and dad wouldn’t have it any other way.
He loves nothing more than being surrounded by his kids and grandkids. If you gave him a choice between a quiet night alone or a room packed full of family, he’d pick the chaos every time. In fact I’m pretty sure he’d be perfectly fine to have all 17 grandchildren, aged 5 to 23, running around and climbing in his lap in a conference room packed with donors.
That’s who my dad is. Even in Washington, he always makes family a priority. During his time in Congress, he comes home almost every weekend. Sometimes he will even fly home mid-week, just to be here for a night, just to be with us. And when he walks in the door after a long week in D.C., it isn’t about politics. It’s about burgers on the grill, kids in the garden, or piling into the house for Sunday dinner.