As far as goodbyes to summer could possibly be good. Even though I love the autumn, I always hate to see summers go. To me, that feels like the end of the year, not December 31st.
My Canadian boo flew down and we drove further down to my sister’s houseboat in Kentucky, which is an hour away from all of my cousins in Tennessee. My oldest son and his boy (my grandson) went with us. What a blast we had, and the weather was perfect.
After a couple of days on the houseboat, with sunset barbecues on the upper deck, we loaded the Jeep and headed to Tennessee where all the cousins had gathered. It is always good to see them; I have so many memories of when we were just little children. Now we are all grandparents. We talk about days and weeks, but’s so hard to believe how quickly an entire lifetime can go by.
I had my tiny immediate family with me, a man that I love dearly, and got to hug all of my living cousins in one weekend last month. All in all, I have absolutely no complaints about how this year “ended.”

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