Family

My mom and I and all my siblings at my niece's wedding. From left: Christine (#8); Jeff (#7); Kathy (#5), mother of the bride; Andrew (#3); Mom; Henry (#2); me (#1); Warren (#4); John (#6). My mom had eight kids--the last six in seven years. Number 6 just turned 50 last month. Number 1 will turn 60 in a few months.

♫♪ I have a family here on earth ♫♪

♫♪ They are so good to me ♫♪

♫♪ I want to share my life with them through all eternity ♫♪

 

 

I just got back from a 10-day vacation to Florida for my niece's wedding. It was a rare time that all my siblings were together and I insisted on a photo with my mom, who just turned 80 this year.

It was great to be with them all and I even had some one-on-one time with some of them.

Most of us live in Pennsylvania, within five miles of where we grew up. My mom, then my brother Henry, then my sister Kathy moved to Florida. I moved to Utah and traveled the farthest of anyone at the whole wedding. I wish it was like olden times where families lived together, as neighbors do, and if one moved, they all moved.

I miss them but feel so blessed I got to spend a little time with them.

I arrived home without my luggage, had an early day at work the very next morning at 6:30 a.m., and have not recovered from the trip (meaning the excitement and the harried pace at work). I am still in Florida.

 

And that's my post for tonight :-)