No, not since 1809. I’m pretty sure the reunions began in the 20th century. Still, Hubby’s family has hosted a reunion since well before I joined it, so it has that going for it. I think. Anyway, this past weekend was especially fun, since my sister-in-law came down for a visit and attended it as well.
It was fun, but also very bittersweet. The group was smaller, and some were older, and others gone on. Remembering them was especially hard for some of us that had not attended the reunion in the past few years, but it was also a chance to make resolutions to not let time go by and try to keep in touch with extended family. It was also a chance to learn new things.
The EPA has only 200 armed agents in its Criminal Division.
Play-Doh™ colors fade after a few months.
One is never too old for Play-Doh™.
Lemon pound cake is the equivalent of crack.
First dibs is totally legal.
Memories become sweeter with time.
But most important, Time never stops for anyone. I still live with the regret of waiting to connect with someone because “there’s always next year”. Yes, next year is sure to come, but one isn’t guaranteed the chance. Don’t wait to do tomorrow what you can do today.
Unless it’s the dishes. There’s paper plates for that 🙂