led frequent hikes for whomever had an Aunt Jen packed hobo pack of snacks. (see how sneaky that was, I insinuated that I was cool, too- I gave the kids candy tied to a stick! Radical! Oh, pointing it out via parentheses sort of takes the shine off my coolness, you say? I say, nay.)
And then the uncles walked out.
And the party really started. Dave emerged first, actually wearing the mustache. These are some straight-laced and sort of brawny guys and I just didn't expect it. He had his shirt neck open and a big gold chain and I don't know how to say it without sounding mean, but he looked so REAL. When he came down to breakfast the next day, I had this moment of missing the mustache. And that isn't a glint of sun in the picture above, it's the gods of soul shining down upon the man.
Chuck came down next and I won't even show the full pictures out of respect for my children who will someday read this and be horrified, but W.O.W. Dr. Tacky M.D. There was a lot of skin and one of my mini cardigans will never seem cutesy again. Dan was next and that's when we were all laughing to hard that I couldn't get a good shot. (Such a fib! I have rolls of the most excellent pictures, but they will stay hidden.)
Uncle Lane, my favorite photography muse for the reunion has the greatest contagious smile.
This is Tauni, who was quite panicked in the first moments after a water balloon exploded on her leg, but a giggle from Uncle Lane turned the worries into smiles.
Maybe it's Karma paying me back for all those years I suffered through a dull life without brothers, but nowadays I am related to the coolest guys.