This weekend I had the pleasure of going to a family reunion for my Grandma's family in Oklahoma. We lost my wonderful grandma 12 years ago, and her brothers and sisters still have a small reunion every year. I flew over with my mom and we met my dad there, he was in Tulsa on business. We hopped in a rental car and drover across Oklahoma into Kansas, and it felt like we were journeying back in time.
It is a funny thing to sit on a porch with all of your extended family. Great Aunts who have known you since you were born, second cousins that you remember playing with ... it is all just built on a sting of memories that make you family.
I am so proud to be a part of my family--big or small, crazy or fun. We are the family that is what I am.
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