Oh how we love our Foster family. A typical trip north on I-35 usually involves the spectating of some sort of amateur sport. This particular weekend it was volleyball and soccer.
Every trip includes a smattering of eating, sitting, visiting, laughing, playing, climbing, and hanging out at one of the Sachse or Rockwall family compounds.
These festivities are usually followed by church-going and then lunch-eating wherein the eating, sitting, visiting, laughing, playing, climbing, and hanging out continue.
Even the youngest member of the tribe participates in the make-em-laugh-at-all-cost-even-if-you-are-embarrassing-yourself-in-public family weekend ritual.
Finally the obligatory staring-into-the-sun-group-photo of the ever-growing children either ends with wailing and gnashing of teeth or in this case a nice photo of the children.
And we conclude with lotso hugs and begging of parents to plan future trips or possibly that we can all move into houses next door to each other.
Oh how we love our Foster family.