When I married Mr. Handsome, I was blessed to become part of a large, close-knit family. My brother and I only have five first cousins, all of whom are older and live far away. (I was honored that most
of them made it to our wedding!)
Mr. Handsome, on the other hand, has six younger siblings, one of whom (Anne) is married with one daughter. On his dad’s side, he has 11 first cousins and 16 “first-cousins-once-removed.”
On his mom’s side, my husband has seven first cousins. (Only one is married, and she does not yet have children.) We expect both sides of the family to grow exponentially in the coming years.
My grandparents are elderly and unable to travel, and my husband’s paternal grandparents are deceased, so his maternal grandparents were the only ones to attend our wedding. We call them “Gram and PopPop,” and they are just wonderful. They have treated me like one of their own since Mr. Handsome and I started dating.
Gram recently started a photo wall in her basement and has set aside space for five pictures of each grandchild’s wedding and future family. (The wall is still in its early stages, as her youngest grandchild is only 10 years old.) Gram emailed these snapshots to me a few days ago: