My aunt and uncle starting hosing "the family" every year the Saturday before Memorial Day. I don't really remember when it started, but I remember having a very baby in a car seat at the first one so I'm thinking maybe 11ish years. Any way, Uncle D and Aunt Pat bought my grandparents home and land and the land that Aunt Flossie's house was on. When I was a little girl, the woods between them seemed so vast.
This land is where I figured out I had my grandmother's love flowers and generally things outside. I could easily digress into all kind of other stories, but I'll try to stick to Memorial Day.
We really look forward to this visit every year. The families of my mom, her two sisters and her brother, the aforementioned Uncle D, all come and we get to hang out for a few hours.
There were 11 of us in my generation. Our kids range in age to toddlers to the oldest one who is in college so you can imagine the chaos and general activity. There are so many fun things to do....they have zip lines, a pond, slip n' slides, and lots of space for pick up baseball, softball and ultimate frisbee.
I personally enjoy watching the older kids on the homemade slip n' slides. They can get a little more speed and are a little more creative. Of course, I say that until the first time one of them gets hurt...
It's also a good time to hang out with Mother and Daddy...
...and to contemplate the heritage we have.
We are so blessed. I think my favorite part of the entire afternoon is when we all hand holds to pray before dinner. Just seeing the group together and having a few minutes to reflect...it's just pretty cool.
Love this bunch!
If I had a dollar for every picture we had of this pose. I could at least buy a nice dinner.
Just hangin' on the deck with the guys.
Waiting on the Smores.
My little ham. Crowds bring at the best in him.
Dalton at sunset.
Most of the crew. I think we had everyone except of the cutest little girls. I pray these guys all know how blessed they are.
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