when we married almost 17 years ago it was an unspoken vow we made that every july 3rd and 4th would be spent in a tiny town outside of huntsville, alabama with dozens of our family members. without exception. i have been there with a newborn. i have been there 9 months pregnant. some people marry a person despite their family. i married my Mister because of his. unique, amazing, interesting, curious and eccentric group of people who have lived lives and have stories that if i wrote them all down you would believe is a work of fiction.
|superman billy received a |
3 spark plugs award
|the passing of the spatula: charlie cooks cousins' breakfast|
and uncle george is a gracious, gracious farmer of sorts. as were ginny, evelyn and ben jr, rosemond, john, harry and doug.
my boys' first plane ride was at this farm. cousin elaine took them up in an airplane called a bonanza. my second born rode shotgun and nearly passed out when she rolled the plane. do you know what that is?
camping under the stars. building a tree house, zip lining and swimming are but a few of the perks to all the hard work. cousin bonding time is the top. and it is rich, friend. boy, it is rich. there's kitchen duty and laundry and cleaning bathrooms too. this cousin compound has a lot of upkeep and those infamous lined notebook paper lists that uncle george writes seem to never end. and you know what? the kids eat it up. they complain. and they love it. every year when the adults arrive for the dinner on the evening of the 3rd, we are greeted by sunburned, bug bitten, dazed eyed children who have not made curfew and who have been up way too late laughing. exhausted from just too much fun.
|honorary epps: aka the vargasons|
|stephie zips on a line|
|uncle george and his beloved bride|