July 31, 2017
Wife, mother, grandma, mother-in-law, aunt, sister, daughter, sister-in-law, and great-aunt.
What sweet titles I get to wear and what a special day of getting to be all those things to all those people at our recent family reunion.
I have to say I was thankful that I wasn’t the only one taking pictures that day. My brother, Tim, is also an avid photographer and he was shooting right along with me.
Here is Tim with his wife, Berit.
I especially love this series of photos that Tim took of Madison and her second cousin, Ephraim. Is this not so cute?(Click the arrows to advance through the photos.)
Of course, we had another photographer on the premises: Meagan. She hadn’t brought her own camera because of space limitations so she had fun checking out Uncle Tim’s gear.
One thing I really appreciated about Meagan was that she hijacked my camera and got several pictures of me. She said that when her grandpa recently passed away and they couldn’t find many pictures of him, she was reminded of how important it is to make sure all family members are in photos–especially the ones who usually take the pictures.
So you can thank Meagan . . .
and Tim for a couple glimpses of me.
Now I am just a little reluctant to tell you about this next thing that happened at our reunion because I don’t want to make people jealous of how fabulous and creative our family is in our entertainment choices. But hey, it happened, so I have to write about it.
Are you ready for this?
We played . . . hopscotch.
What can I say? We are just one cool family.
In between the hopscotching, my great-nephew, Evan, cracked us all up with his funny faces.
Thankfully we also had this face to look at, for a little contrast.
Here are my two sisters and me. I love these ladies so much; they are among my dearest friends.
I was also happy to get to hang out with that son of mine and see him interact with people he doesn’t get to see very often.
With Uncle Randy.
With his cousin, Levi.
With Uncle Arnold.
Here is my sister, Ruth, and her husband, Arnold.
My brother, Phil, our niece, Hannah, and her son, Jabin.
My sister, nieces, Mom . . .
Arnold and my nephew, Isaac. Isaac is a gifted musician who plays piano and violin. He is also studying accounting, so he has the whole right brain/left brain thing going on. Proud of him!
Grandson Noah, pondering deep thoughts.
Before we ate, the family gathered to join hands and pray. Such a special time.
Of course, no reunion is complete without a picture of the whole gang.
It took us awhile to get settled down.
But eventually we managed to behave ourselves long enough to snap a picture.
It was this dear lady (and my late Dad) who started this whole thing sixty-one years ago.
One young couple standing in front an altar in Minneapolis has morphed into one large group of people standing under a tree in Portage, Wisconsin. And as the years go by, spouses and babies will continue to be added to this group, including (someday) Sarah’s husband and her eventual babies. (I can’t wait for that day!)
In the meantime, I’m grateful for the privilege of continuing to wear all the titles mentioned at the beginning of this post. Each name I wear means I am connected to someone special, by marriage or by blood–but always by love.
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie
are all on the list of things I love.