This past summer all seven grand- and great-grandchildren of Ruby and Earl Jackson got together for the Inaugural Cousin’s Day Extravaganza! What we actually did was eat a lot of food and get together for a respectable photograph, which somehow had never happened in the six years my kid (the youngest of the bunch) had been alive.
Our photographer, who proved herself to be a force of nature, swore to us the light was better early in the morning. Not one single soul in this group is a morning person. We are related after all.
We all spent the night at my house, so that we stood some chance of being on time. We were late. Seriously, seven of us got ready at my house! That was a stupid plan to think we’d be on time.
Let me just say that Lizzy Yates is wonderful person and photographer to put up with any of our nonsense. This group is not exactly easy to deal with.
I get all bossy. Then everyone gets all pissy because I’m being bossy. My sister tries to make peace. My cousins begin some sibling squabble of their own. The next thing you know my kid is in the river because we were all fighting and not paying attention. Did I mention we are all Jacksons?
Lizzy sized that up in about half a second. She told me to shut up. Everyone LOVED that. Then she told the rest of them to get in line. And we did. The photos turned out great.
Most importantly, my Nano loved them. She was very pleased with all but one. I ordered that one in the wrong size for the frames she already has on her mantel. I’ve been instructed to reorder. I will. Because I always do what my Nano tells me.