Reunion--Giant Hole in the Sand

Me (and my 84 closest relatives) were on the beach last week for a family reunion.

We aren't from California. But it's only a 7 hour drive from Arizona, and being on the beach is way nicer then getting together in southern Arizona in the middle of July.

This is me and my cousins back in the day. I'm the little one in pigtails down in front--not paying attention to the camera at all.

We thought it might be fun for this reunion to recreate that photo of 20 years ago. We're all a bit bigger, so the hole had to be much bigger.

But we made it.

(There I am--front and center.)

And while crouched down in a giant hole in the sand, with 14 people who I have grown up with over the years, recreating a silly picture, laughing our heads off, and yelling about how much our thighs were burning from squatting down there-- I knew it was true:

I love my family!

All 84 and then some. . .