Last weekend, we had a great time hanging out with aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents when a big crew came to visit and see the Hill Cumorah Pageant. It was so much fun having everyone here, so when departure time came, I was sad to see them go.
But, as it turns out, my visitors left me a little something to remember them by. That's right. Since his cousins' visit, Sam no longer calls me Schmiana. Now I'm Aunt Schmiana.