For me, there is absolutely nothing that compares to a week at the beach in July with Dad's side of the family...more or less so because it is a tradition 25 years in the running. I have this thing about holding on dearly to the familiar mainstays of my childhood. There's not many left these days, as we cousins all have grown up and out of the smaller traditions. A la hayrides and Easter egg hunts...although my aunts still give them a time and date each year. If you see a bunch of 20-somethings running to find plastic eggs with another bunch of middle-aged people watching them with smokes and beer...don't judge.
That's how we do it. And that just might be why I love that family so much. They can argue (and I mean really have it out) and gossip to the nines, yet they fiercely keep traditions going strong. Everyone knows a love-hate relationship is really all love.
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