Most notably, his eldest aunt on his mother's side of the family lives in England. Although the visit Pakistan every year, our visits have never coincided. Her family is very respected because she was the first of the relatives to move away from Pakistan, the first to send heaps of money and gifts back home, and the first to bring relatives over with her. Abbu (my FIL) stayed with them for a time when he was in France for a year and M's grandparents (Nani and Nana) stayed with them also. They also provided a letter of financial support for M when he was coming to America for his graduate studies to prove he had financial support to pay his own way through school. (<-- Not his school, just the best explanation I could find.) Without that letter he wouldn't have been able to come here.
This weekend, I will meet that aunt. She's come to America to visit and a big family gathering is planned. Usually these gatherings are just M and his three cousins and their families, but this weekend will be much bigger because three of those families have their parents here (2 for green card processes, and my MIL) and counting the UK aunt, that's four Aunties and/or Uncles (actually 4 Aunties and only 1 Uncle, all the other Uncles are in Pakistan right now.) Anyway, it's going to be a big party.
I'm not really that nervous about meeting this aunt. I'm confident in my place in his family and she speaks English just fine, so I know we'll be able to communicate easily and well. But I am still a little nervous just because she's such an important member of the family. Either way, I know it's going to be a fun weekend because so many people will be there, and it will be interesting to see my MIL let down her hair around her 2 (dare I say favorite?) sisters.
But the question remains: Why have I spent the last four year's worth of Fourth of July weekends with immigrants?