And to those family members reading, please, please send me any updated group photos of all of our cutie pies together. If any exist. If not, well its high time we arrange a get together. If only for the oppurtunity to force our kids to squish together in a picture on the fireplace harth or porch swing.
Because I have countless memories being posed with all of you stinkers as kids on hammocks, swings, front porches, etc. Slackers is what we are; slackers of the worse kidn. We must carry on the fmaily traidition with this new generation. Its just unfair that they escape the experience of being planted together for family photos at least once a year.
Down right wrong if you ask me.
But I have no hard feelings about about our own forced poses. Nope. None. Not even the time the hammock fell and knockerd the ever-livin' wind out of every last one of us. Or the frightening sparks of fireplace harths that would jump out and attach themselves to our clothes and hair leaving a smoldering smell of burnt polyester lingering in the air.
But back to the precious and momentous stuff.
Cute bunch of kids, huh?
Amazingly these were not forced group pictures.Smiles like that don't come in forced settings.
They were candidly caught one Happy Holiday when we were actually all in the same place at the same time.
Well, I'm happy to say that even though these pictures are missing, oh... somewhere between 4 or 5 birthed children since it was taken. We have new ones on the way. (YES- that's plural) Two more to add to this gnarley crew.
But one in particular belongs to my sister. A nice or nephew of my very own.
September can't get here fast enough!
The morrow was a bright September morn;
The earth was beautiful as if new-born;
There was that nameless splendor everywhere,
That wild exhilaration in the air,
Which makes the passers in the city street
Congratulate each other as they meet.
~Henry Wadswaorth Longfellow