We had one last hurrah of summer over Labor Day weekend.
One last weekend together with my family before the activities of the fall sucked us into it’s whirlpool.
My parents. Siblings. Spouses. Nieces. Nephews. Cousins.
Three generations under one roof.
Filling every minute. Squeezing out every bit of fun.
Tubing down the West Fork with cousins – twice.
Laughing till our sides ached.
And eating some more.
Sitting on the porch watching the storm blow in – feeling the changes that were surely coming.
Remembering the past.
Relishing the present.
Anticipating the future.
Making hot sticky memories to enjoy all winter.
One last hurrah.