Thinking about how I want to tell this story, I realized I need to at least begin introductions to our cast of (colorful!) characters.
Paul - that'd be my beloved. . .also known as my sweetheart, honey, pooh bear, and often, butthead. We've been partners, lovers, friends, married for nearly 16 years. We have two incredible wee ones as well. . .
Michael - my 13 year old "boy man" who is now taller than me, sprouting a 'stach, and all into girls.
Abigail - my beautiful 10 year old little girl who is content to simply "be" with any of us, and is the love factor for all of us.
Don and Margaret - home owners of the "village," house builders, problem fixers, construction workers, miracle workers. . .friends. . .family.
And then there's me - Holli - and today I'm feeling rather a bit like the village idiot. Maybe tomorrow it'll be somebody elses turn.
In the past, the family has included Carol (Don and Margaret's youngest daughter) and our "family" Rocky and Raven. Rocky and Raven have since decided to move back to John Deere land, but knowing Rocky's desire for a man with a full mouth of teeth, I doubt they'll be staying. I figure about the time Raven brings home a boy with chaw in his mouth and a "high falutin'" ambition to own his very own double wide to park his combine next to, that'll be the day she packs up the wagon and gets the hell out of hillbillyville . Until then. . .who knows.
From time to time there are more (or less) of us. Football season tends to bring in all the other kids and grandkids - I'm not old enough for my own, but I am sure looking forward to the experience based on the fun I've had with Don and Margaret's grand babies! I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving, when my precious Aunt Hayley and Uncle Dave will be joining us for about a week.
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