Relative Something

There was a rare gathering of my Hays siblings yesterday for dinner. Some people tell us there is a family resemblance. As we posed for our portrait, I said, “Do the Hays smile.” Someone asked what the Hays smile was.

I just stood there, smiling. It’s simple as that.

It was a wonderful treasure to be together again and share a meal.

I said we should do this every night. Elliott responded that it might be a bit much.

Why? We used to live together when we were young. I guess we could go to “our rooms” if we needed a break from too much family back then.

I am so very grateful to be in a family of siblings that get along really well. Mom and Dad did a pretty good job of raising us to get along with each other. And, they gave us that great Hays smile.

Do you see a family resemblance?

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