I went to the family picnic today, a tradition that has gone on for 30 years and still counting (they even printed t-shirts for the occasion! Too cute!) It is the biggest holiday in my family, practically a mini family reunion where for some family members this is the only time during the year that we see each other. The day always involves obscene amounts of grilled and prepared foods and desserts. There are always fierce volleyball games, rain or shine, some years everyone is covered in mud from head to toe. There is always a large bonfire in the evening, everyone crowds around chatting, roasting marshmallows and being pyromaniacs. There are always a new crop of children fascinated with collecting lightening bugs. Collages of photos are always every where from previous years, those who have passed still grace our presence with their smiles all over the walls. There is always hours of catching up and reminiscing, sharing of photos and joys and sorrows, meeting new friends and greeting the newest additions to the extended family. This year was a little odd. Many faces were not in the crowd. Births and illness were principle factors keeping loved ones away. I was late myself, as my brother was able to bring home his wife and second new born son home from the hospital today. Most years, there are over 60 or 70 people in attendance, some years there have been over 100 people. This year, there may have been 40 people there sprinkled evenly over the day. Much more low key this year. Although, there were proportionally more vegetarians in attendance than ever before, a lentil salad was actually among the meat laden pasta salads. It