We left town at the end of last week, for a family wedding.
The weekend was full of good food and big hugs, and I was reminded of the way our family eats and loves, both with such ferocity.
There is no sturdy organization of Herbert generations cemented together. The grown ups act like kids, the parents act like children, babies belong to aunts and cousins take care of each other. Even the littlest people know we're all related and don't much mind how. They share candy and book recommendations and new dance moves.
The only things we forgot to pack were goggles for the hotel pool, and our camera. So, a few photos from several phones: