I might be the youngest in my immediate family, but in my entire family, I am smack dab in the middle. I have 24 first cousins, 8 aunts, 5 grandmas...the list goes on and on. This summer (or maybe next..it's hard to accomodate 5,000 schedules!) my brother is holding a family reunion-type graduation party. He wants ALL THREE sides of our family to get together at a state park and have a massive family picnic. I can't wait - it's going to be insane! :-D I have never, in my life, seen all of these people in the same place at the same time. It'll be good to see how many of us there really are, though, because someday hopefully I'll have a wedding to plan! (Not for at least another 4 years -- breathe, oh worried parents of mine! ♥ ) Anyway, here are a few photos of my giant support system. Enjoy!
On second thought, I can't end this little blurb about my family without sharing a story that has spread like wildfire not only within the family, but also into the ears of anyone I introduce to my family and beyond. (Not exaggerating. My brother goes to UConn - where there are approximately 16,000 undergrads. He had one of his friends come up to him and tell HIM the story! I'm telling you, no place is safe...everyone knows! :-p) Thus, I have no problem sharing my take on the incident with you - you probably already know! So here you go, the story of when I met Nunu.*
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