This past Monday I attended the largest family reunion I have ever been to, and it was pretty cool! Usually every summer my family gets together for a family picnic, but it is only the family from my great-grandparents down. This family reunion was much, much larger than this! My great-great-aunt Helen, the only “first generation” left, would have been my great-grandfather’s sister, and it was from their generation down that attended the reunion. Let’s just say that when there is family over four generations coming from originally 9 brothers and sisters, things get big! I was meeting lots of new people, seeing family I haven’t seen in years, and getting to spend time with family I see all the time. It was actually kind of cool introducing myself as Cecil-Leslie-Randy-Emily (Great Grandfather-Grandfather-Father-Me). Attending this reunion also made me want to get a tattoo even more of the family anchor, because it means so much to us! “The strongest storms prove the strength of our anchor”.