I love my family. Good thing, I suppose, since God has blessed me with a rather large one. I have three sons and one husband at home (and as much as I love him, I am so glad it is not one son and three husbands!) My husband has 4 younger siblings, and through them I have six nieces and nephews. He also has three older siblings, and I honestly do not know how many nieces and nephews are there. I have three older sisters and two younger sisters–combined, they have given me 15 nieces and nephews. My Dad has one brother, so there are two cousins on that side, plus their children. Mom is the youngest of six (I think it is more like 10, but only six survived until adulthood) and I can’t even count the cousins on that side of the family. Sixteen first cousins, I believe, and then all of their children.
God has blessed me with a huge family!
Today, I get to see a lot of my extended family. I only wish it was for a happy occasion. Instead, we are gathering to say good-bye to Tina, my 52-year-old cousin who lost her battle with cancer this week.
That’s the problem with a large family…. We are all so busy with our own daily lives that we only get together for weddings and funerals. Now that most of the cousins are already married, that leaves funerals. NOT a happy time to get together.