We had a little family reunion last weekend. I always think we’re a strange family because we all seem to like each other and get on well. Most of my friends spend a lot of their time bitching and moaning about their families. There always seems to be fights and drama’s and gossiping going on.
We only get together once a year so maybe that’s the secret. But when we get together it’s as if we were together just the week before. Everyone just gets on with having a good time.
So it started with my mother and father, my two sisters (Emjay being the oldest), my brother, then me. We are The Originals. And this year we decided we needed a photo of The Originals. And although I’m pretty sure about five thousand photo’s were taken there were only a few good ones. Mainly because we’re all such a bunch of control freaks. Most of the photos have us pointing or yelling at the person taking the photo’s instructing them on how to do it properly. Oh ok then, not all of us. Just Emjay. Ok, ok, and me and my mother.
So we have Emjay, then myself, my sister and my brother with the oldies in front.
And here we are as kids. My mother obviously had an obsession with hair ribbons.
And on a family holiday. I’m taking the photo and Emjay is trying hard to look like the surly teenager who thinks her family are a bunch of idiots.
And then we all grew up and bred. Between the four of us we have eleven kids. Here’s a few of them, they used to look like this. They are the originals of the originals.
And then somehow, in the blink of an eye they ended up like this.
And now two of the boys have married. And the family just keeps growing and growing.
And it’s all good. I love them all.