This past weekend my sister came for a visit from Florida with her beautiful family! She was only in town for a few days so most of our time was spent making mad dashes to different family outings, "um table for 20 please." The time went so fast that we only had 30 minutes before her flight left to squeeze in a mini session. We will get to that in a minute, but first I would like to end my rambles with something I learned this week. I undoubtedly did not pick my family of seven brothers and sisters, obviously because when I would have been sizing up the list of worthy candidates, I would have picked a group who shared my interest, possibly a group that knew I was right about everything. But these guys, I mean we never agree on anything, we refuse to hear each other's side on any situation, and we blame the others hands down for making our mother gray (Obviously I had nothing to do with that). Yet these are the same seven siblings that can make me laugh so hard it hurts my sides, the ones who understand with just a look, the ones that know exactly what to say to make me feel whole again. So even though I did not pick them or their families, they are all I could ever want. Now who wants to see the cutest kid in a Elmer Fud hat?
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