Every year there are a couple of weeks when I'm together with my two siblings and their clans. It is a time I look forward. And, for all of us, it is a hectic time with ups and downs. Someone (and, I'm not limiting this to the children) is always having a meltdown. In any event, we always try to get a group shot of the little ones who now total eight and range from 16 months to 17 years. (Why we don't try to get one of the adults really is a mystery - and a huge mistake.) It is a near impossible task. Someone is usually MIA -- or there is at least one child not up for the assignment. This photo (please forgive me sweet baby J for exploiting you in this way) sums it all up.
I'm a Maine-r. Or, at least I like to think I am. True locals will argue differently simply because I wasn't born in Maine -- I'm "from away" they say. Whatever. It is crystal clear to me that I was born to live in Maine. Here's the catch. I fell in love with someone who really is "from away". So, I spend big chunks of time in a place very far from where I call home. But, I'm trying to bloom where planted, as they say. I'm trying to foster a simple (or at least a little simpler than some), reasonably wholesome and creative life for my family whether we're here or there. And, well, since you stopped here at my blog, you get to explore this craziness with me.