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Lamb Family Reunion

Cousins (mostly)
My grandparents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary beginning of this month. My family plus one gal (fifteen of us) drove two days in a used senior-citizen bus to see family beginning of this month. 
It's been over twelve years since all of my extended family was together. There are just so many of us, and we all live far apart. Many of my little siblings haven't even met the rest of the family. 

Two-thirds of the family ended up making it. That being said, over eighty people were gathered together. It was wondrous. 
Great-grandma Viola driving my sister and I to the event. She is 87 and still quite productive, always finding a way to care for others 
Grampa and Grandma dancing. Don't think I ever saw them dance before. Pretty sure my dad was crying. Not sure why dancing would make someone cry... but I had tears, too. Maybe because of all we knew that's led up to this very moment?
I loved how, though we hadn't seen each other in years, we just chilled 
Birds danced as my grampa sang
Visiting with Grampa and others 
The cupcakes were so soft!
When a quiet girl throws a cupcake into a loud boy's face, everyone's laughter is mostly derived from shocked pleasure 
With six of their nine children
Aunts and a cousin
I was trying not to fall asleep in my plate
And then I did fall asleep for a good long while, and a cousin snapped proof. 
Little cousins organized a play, which was a comical success
Great-grandma Viola spinning my baby brother 
Day after many of us visited my great-grandmother's church. She asked the pastor, "Is it wrong for me to be proud of bringing so many people?" The pastor said, "No, these are your blessings from God."
I embroidered. 
A great-aunt said, "I was remembering your church hopping posts and wondering what sort of post you'd write for ours." 
Preparing food 
My grandma on the left and my great-grandmother on the right 
Four generations
Even though it's not all of us, how many there still are! 
"Keturah, sit down. We have advice to share." 
When we were almost home. So tired, we just stopped for a bit and lay in the grass, and one of the brothers photographed the Lamb pile. 

It was very good to have a week off from work. Things have been hectic here. I should probably do a life update post. Plenty of interesting things have been happening. I've laughed so much and enjoyed life so much. But... just have had very little energy to capture any of it. 

"Making memories," they say. I'm sorta exhausted with memories right now. I don't want to think of the past or contemplate the future. Even right now... sleeping and reading are about all I can handle (though I'm keep on doing way more). So writing those beloved life posts just feel disingenuous right now. Sure, they'd be true. But the real parts of life are storming in my soul right now, and they can't be shared. 
Perhaps I'll "lie" and muster up one of those posts here soon anyways. 

How have you all been? 


  1. Aww, this is so sweet! Family reunions are so much fun. The pictures are so great. Love the cupcake in the face one!

    I know exactly how you feel about not wanting to think about the past or future! I just want to stay where I am, yet go somewhere else at the same time. It's weird. Just whenever you're ready, we'd love to hear what's been happening, but only then and not before.

    1. Ha, yes the cupcakes was fun to watch ;D
      You are always so sweet. I think I'm gonna post some life posts, but in snapshot journal style ;D It shall be fun if I put myself to it.


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