Thursday, July 23, 2015
Monday, July 20, 2015
Thursday, July 16, 2015
(not even half of us!)
Last week was a rough one. My mom lost one of her brothers. Of the original 10 siblings, the youngest 3 are the only ones left. It just happened that our family reunion was Saturday, so we gathered together for the service on Friday and then at the park the next day. I think everyone needed that day of food and laughter. (and there was lots of laughter!)
Our family is spread all over the country but I was in a unique position when I was growing up; we lived just a few blocks from my grandparents, so I got to see everyone when they came to visit. It was odd finding out that I pretty well knew who everyone was while my older cousins (I'm one of the very youngest) didn't. I've come to believe that those of us with large families who love and care for each other need to appreciate it. Because so many people don't have that.
(a 'small' group of us, circa 1970--we have no clue where the pony came from.)
The reason that my husband wanted to get two kittens was for this very reason--the hope that they would be best friends. And they are. They play, they run, they groom each other. Maybe not even as "clingy" as a single kitten would have been, even though they are both very affectionate with us. They are about 10 months old now, but I imagine they will always stay like this. Ornery and sweet!