My family, which I've blogged about before, has many, many branches on our tree. This is specifically about my mother's side of the family. She had seven brothers and three sisters who survived to adulthood, and two more sisters who died in infancy.
Most of these siblings had multiple children themselves. Only one aunt had an only child, and one had no children. The rest of us are from families of four, five, or even eleven!
So when I tell you that I have a lot of first cousins, I mean it... One cousin lives in the country next door to his brother. They each have a ten acre yard. Good thing because they have families who like horses, goats and dogs, and they themselves like cars, trucks, farm equipment and other fun stuff.
Once a year they generously host the family picnic. You could call it a reunion, but if we get together frequently were we apart long enough to be reunited?? LOL!
This year both my children came and brought their kids.
Miss E saying "Gramma, you're NOT taking my picture!"
After she ate, she texted Grampa to come and take her home. (Oh no, Mr. Cranky Pants doesn't DO picnics...)
Miss A and Miss K resting up from the slide.
More resting after much eating... son and grandson, a matched set, doing more weather checking.
My SIL looking very adorable. She was a fashion plate. Even her glasses frames are blue!
My brother. Everyone joked that this is his best side.
Once again, a good time was had by all. There was volleyball and horseshoes, lots of food and beverages, a few sprinkles of rain but nothing disastrous until later in the evening.
Miss E got water in her ears and with the tubes it was problematic. We left a bit earlier than I normally would but the kids were going to another party. I had the grands overnight. We got dried off at home, put things away, ate noodles and played in the yard, had ice cream cones and dropped exhausted into bed at 9:30 p.m.
I'm tired again just writing about it!
And a little bit jealous of my friend Marlene who retired last week, and didn't have to get up to go to work on Monday. Or today. Or ever again... good for you, Marlene.