Snapshots: party like a Kriech
There were a lot of moments I didn't capture on camera, but these few shots I did get, I love.
Family reunions are basically one of the great American pastimes. Summers spent with aunts, uncles, young cousins, yellow sun, lawn chairs, beers. When you tell someone you're spending a summer vacation at a family reunion, people ask, do you like your family? how many of you are there? are you going somewhere interesting?
If you're in my family, you're a Kriech, and you reply with, "Yes, I love my family! There's more than 60 of us!" And then you flood social media using hashtags like #kriechfamilyreunionorbust and #partylikeakriech as you pile into cars and RVs and airplanes on your way to Estes Park, Colorado.
We were almost fully represented this summer, which is a great feat! We were missing one family from California, and another family from South Dakota. It's easy for me to say that THEY WERE MISSED. You hear that, Scott, Holly?? Muah.
My grandma, the matriarch of the big, lovely mess pictured above, passed away in January of 2015. If you've read my blog before, you may remember the candid family photos I shared from that time: "6 Children, 15 grandchildren, 22 great grandchildren, and counting". I don't even know now if those numbers are still correct! My grandparents would have been overjoyed to see everyone together this year, after so many years. Who knows if they would be surprised to see how we've grown in numbers, or if they expected it all along. Even the significant others who have married into our family, including my husband, think that Kriechs are unusually happy and affectionate with each other.
I have only a small collection of photos from our time together this summer, but they are all of fond moments, ones that I look forward to having more of in the future. The last image is my very favorite, and one snapped fleetingly from a bicycle. Spend a second or two more looking at it. You can never really plan perfect glimpses of time—they just happen.
But before I finish, it's not in the Kriech's blood to get too sappy. I feel obliged let you in on at least one dirty secret from the weekend (yes, there's more than one). This one will help paint a more realistic picture than the dreamy, lovey-dovey narrative I've painted of the Kriechs so far, and maybe even clinch the raw truth of why I love them.
The fourth picture from the bottom was taken just before my sister exuberantly recited a lyrical poem to my cousin, composed that very day, dedicated specifically to him, called, "Ode to the Butthole." But it sure looks like a fine, candid moment, hm?