Post three in my series:
I come from a small family. I have three first cousins. We, meaning my brother, sister, and I, are not close to those cousins for various reasons including the age gap, how far away we live from one another, and general differences in disposition that make us less inclined to make massive attempts to change any of this. That may seem rude, and it probably is. I'm just calling it like it like I see it. (It's a two way street, they could make an effort, but choose not to either. I am ok with this.)
That said, our "family" is the best. It mainly consists of the family friends that my are people my dad either grew up with, or went to college with. Their kids are the closest thing I've got to cousins. They are the best. I consider myself lucky to hang out with this crowd. They're the cool kids and I lucked into calling friend. Any one of them would have my back if I needed it.
These pictures come from Kelby's (another one of my "cousins") wedding this weekend. I don't have any with the bride but, these are just a few of the important people I adore.
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| Me and Sam |
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| Susan, my mom, and Sherri |
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| As my dad refers to himself, "the dad" |
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| Susan and Monty |
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| Jacque, me, and Sam |
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| Jacque, me, and Sam enjoying the post wedding festivities |
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| We're so attractive. |
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| Someone should have taken away the technology at this point :). |
I am a lucky and loved girl. I only hope that I show them how much I appreciate them.
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