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As families get older and children somehow turn into adults, it can be hard to hold on to traditions.  There are 9 children on Greg’s side of the family.  Two have not lived in our area for a few years now and we miss them dearly.  Two are now in college and one is living at boarding school. My girls are the youngest cousins.  












It has been a long time since all the “children” have been together.  This weekend seven of the nine kids gathered together for our annual pumpkin carving festival.  Watching my girls handle steak knives still makes me a bit nervous, but they did a great job.    They cut, and scooped, and carved.  They laughed, and danced, and played.  And then when the night was over, they displayed.  



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  1. One of the things I miss the most is having a huge family for get-togethers. My Mom was one of 10 children. There were 38 cousins!! Some of my best memories were at our family get togethers. Keilee is the youngest too and her only 2 cousins are 16 and 18. We occasionally get together but rarely. This looks like it was wonderfully fun!!! I love the joy on Grace and Lilah's face and their pumpkins rocked!!!

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    1. The get-togethers happen less and less often now which is sad. Soon my nieces will be off making their way in the world and although they will always be the little girls who scattered flowers at my wedding, they will not be kids any longer. Ugh. That means I must be growing up too.......

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  2. What a great tradition. I was close to some of my cousins growing up and it saddens me a little that my kids don't have that. There are very few cousins to begin with and a combination of divorce, physical distance and an age gap means they don't really know them.

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    1. We still have the annual pumpkin carving, Christmas cookie baking, and Easter Egg dying. We are holding tightly to making these events happen. I know we are blessed to have most of our extended family close not only in miles but also in heart.

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