Bicoastal Cousins

Families may have been meant since water ran over rocks in the basement of time. 

The incredible convergence of those who have gone and those who remain seems irreducible.  Our time with family is something that refuses to come through in the description; the absurdity of it increases each time I try to parse it for retelling.  Maybe pictures will suffice.

Although it proved mighty hard to capture a decent picture of all of them together, it was such a joy, SUCH a joy, to watch the cousins play together this weekend.  And it ought to go without saying that we missed those who were not with us.

 JEB