Family reunions are big events that take more planning than probably initially anticipated. I went to one yesterday, the first ever that I can remember, though apparently there have been others we didn’t get to.
My generation of cousins is of course getting older—we’re the patriarchs and matriarchs now—and two (three?) more generations have come along. We’re looking and maybe feeling older, but the same sense of humor is there, the same sense of family and acceptance.
There was some mingling beyond our own family units, but our extended family doesn’t get to see each other all that often, so we sort of stuck together. A great day, made all the better with traditional food and that chance to touch base with the people who helped form some of my earliest, most deeply seated memories.
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