Psalm 139:14
Over the next few days, I will be examining some different parts of my life that are "fearfully and wonderfully made." Today is all about family.
What exactly is a Twitchel-Taylor-Tellman? It's me. It's family. These are my people, and I love them. They get me in a way that only family can.
What exactly is a Twitchel-Taylor-Tellman? It's me. It's family. These are my people, and I love them. They get me in a way that only family can.
Let's start with these people...
1977 |
1986 |
From 4 to 9...it hasn't been just the four of us for a while now.
Taylor Family Pictures 2012 |
And then there's these people...
Twitchel Reunion 2014 |
Twitchel Reunion 2015 |
There aren't as many of us as there used to be, but each and everyone means the world to me. So many good memories: fishing with Grandpa, all piled up in the back of his old green Ford truck. Thanksgiving dinners--house bursting at the seams and everything hand-made by my grandma. Day after Thanksgiving fish fry, up in the attic watching thunderstorms, marathon Monopoly games, teasing from my uncles and cousins, getting stuck up in a tree and needing to be rescued, hide and seek in the laundry chute, my identical cousin...
LOVE!
For the last twelve years, I have been privileged to be a Tellman. These aren't just my in-laws. These aren't just Todd's family. They have accepted me as one of their own. They are my family too. I feel this way about all the aunts, uncles, and cousins too. There are way too many Tellmans to get all in one picture, but I have never felt like an outsider with them.
I am so blessed to have all these Twitchels, Taylors, and Tellmans to love and who love me!
Who am I? I am fearfully and wonderfully a Twitchel-Taylor-Tellman.
2015 |
Easter 2015 |
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