Several weeks ago, five of my wife’s cousins from Iowa who she hadn’t seen in more than 50 years, came to Phoenix for a visit. None of us had any expectations and each of us wondered how the week would go. It turned out to be the most fun week we’ve ever experienced. What made this time even more special is that my wife’s mother, these cousins’ only living aunt, was on hand for the festivities. We cooked three big family-style evening meals at our house and one night, the cousins cooked Iowa pork tenderloins for everyone at the place where they were staying. Each night, we spent hours around the dining room table talking, sharing stories from childhood, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. The atmosphere surrounding each of these dinners consisted of one thing—love. At the end of the final evening, everyone was saying the same thing: “We’ve got to do this again next year!” Plans have already been made and it will happen again next year and none of us can wait.
Great, I am Marcia’s cousin and would love to come if you schedule something for next year.