For years and years my sister and I have been meeting at Tanglewwod for visits. We live four hours apart, she drives further but it's almost halfway. We bring food, and always frappacinos, all our kids and sometimes dogs. We do the same thing every time. Playground. Food. Peruse the gardens. Walk the woods to the pond. Skip rocks and roll down the hill. (Try not to pierce our eardrums with stray sticks or get poison Ivey. Yeah.) Then slowly walk back to our cars, motivating cousin miss thang with the promise of ice cream.
But for the first time ever, we brought the daddies! It was so nice!! Very relaxing. We did a lot of talking, laying under trees and in the grass and catching up. Priceless.
Beech tree with loads of nuts.
Spotted these mating? Wheel bugs.
Almost all the cousins but missing a few. It's like herding cats.
These people. Love love love. I've known my birth sister for 18 years this August. She reunited with us, her birth family, that long ago. She had just become a mother and a Christian. I'd been praying to find her for six years. I deeply honor my mom for sacrificing so much and bearing deep scars to give her life. I honor her parents for giving her a family. None of it was perfect. But she is an amazing person who I am so thankful to have in my life. She is truly my sister, by blood, by heart, by faith. It's too beautiful to even put into words.
