For the afternoon we ventured down to Big Cedar, and…

…We boated.

…Watched James wakeboard [and face plant]

Tried to visually depict how Grandmother needn’t worry about James being in the far away land of Waco. Taylor and I are there to mother [and father?] him.

And then we worked really hard at getting a cousin picture. The task used to be to keep Jonathan from blinking, but now it’s to get the Beach Boys (the-too-cool-for-pictures two on the left) to smile.

Growing up, my definition of vacation meant visiting these cousins.  Now they’re getting married, having babies, ahhhhh we’re growing up.

Again, I confess to loving my family.
And we enjoy each other
learned to love each other
make fun of each other
spend Christmas sleeping on the living room floor together [well until "someone" decided they were too old]
all because of these two:

aren’t they precious?