First on my list was my NC cousin's wedding reception...I actually counted the weeks out for my surgery to make sure I would be allowed to attend this awesome woman's celebration!
Growing up, we visited our family farm in KY and Melissa every Easter. It felt like freedom to me. I'm not sure if she only got in trouble when we were visiting, but *I* only got in trouble while we were visiting. And it was great! We did what I assume all cousins do together: we chased baby calves, collected cow skulls, locked boy cousins out of treehouses, walked to end of dirt roads for Push-Up Pops, organized such dancing clubs as Pootin Machine, played Cowboys and Indians (cowboys=boys; Indians=girls), created mud wrestling pits---along with mud wrestling names and you know---mud wrestled in new clothes, dressed up boy cousins in girl clothes and make-up, played in silos, fed cows, ran through manure in brand new white Keds, snuck out to play in snow, shoved younger sisters out of bedroom windows into snowy bushes, ice-skated on the back porch right next to our Moms---forgetting to hold in our squeals of delight as we twirled around....You know, the usual!
So, obviously, I could. not. miss. Melissa's wedding reception...
...and how fitting that she held her wedding reception on a farm...
...where these cousins could cut loose!
...and explore...
...and get in trouble...
...but most of all, HAVE FUN!!
Did I mention? I love this lady! And so do my kiddos!!
Love these photos!
ReplyDeleteI remember some of those times at the Ferguson Place and I was thrilled to be a part of Missy and Ryan's beautiful event. You pictures and words capture so much. Thanks, sweet girl. Love, Auntie Jojo
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