Family Bowling

Having everyone here for the funeral was a blessing. The day after we decided to have a little fun and hold a family bowling tournament at FatCat's. The kids kicked butt! Here are the highlights:

Kellie did not marry Mat for his bowling skills.

Being the tallest does not give you an advantage (just ask Scott).

Anja picked her ball on color, not weight.

Dad's 'bionic knees' were bionic.

You can bowl a strike throwing the ball overhand (just ask Jensen).

We can consume our weight in french fries (thanks mom).

Carter can out-eat Steve when it comes to pizza.

FatCat's needs a better air conditioner.

I married Rich even though he never lets me win.

Don't let the three year old bowl a strike. She doesn't understand only getting one turn.

Mat and Kellie

Kristin and Steve (with baby on board!!)

Anja and Scott

Mom and dad.

I had a hard time saying good bye to everyone Tuesday night. With Scott in Chicago, Mat in Portland and Kristin on her way to Albany it may be years before we all see each other again. I love my family. I love that we have fun together. I love that we can still tease, laugh and be together. I'm so lucky to have siblings and sibling-in-laws I love. It's hard to think I will be the only one left at 'home'. This kind of change is hard to deal with. I'll manage. I have to.