When you got back to campus today, you sent me a text that said this weekend was perfect. That made tears come to my eyes.
I have felt guilty that we didn't wrap your presents and have a traditional birthday party for you. But know this..... the best gift I can give you.....are these memories. Not the photos, but the FEELINGS you have had at every RoundUp you have attended since you were born.
Pa used to stand at RoundUp, put his arm around my shoulder, and exclaim, "THIS is what it's all about! Family! Never forget that!" And I want to pass that along to you.
These people...odd as we all are....share your blood. Ma likes to talk about the song that mentions the thread that runs through us all. It connects us. Lisa's girls look like Elizabeth, who looks like Kevin, who looks like Timmy whose daughter looks like you....and so on and so forth. David's laugh is like Pa's. Donald puts his arm around me like Pa used to....and relays the same message. Bessie and Linda tell stories to make us smile. This is what it is all about!
The gabby girls. Baby dolls, memory lapses, phobias, GILMORE GIRLS....
More cousins, more uncles....
Not sure if winning is worth it if you have to face the award-giver....Cousins....
Kissing cousins.....















