In true Wightman tradition, the anual Wightman cousin volleyball game commenced earlier this afternoon. To our dumbfounded amazement, the boys handed our asses to us as us girls were left scratching our heads! Actually in all reality what a blast the game was. We screamed and laughed, digged, hit, jumped, fell and crashed our way around the court. It was a blast.
Times like the one above make me so happy to be a Wightman. I love my family. Sure we are loud, we flower stories and we tend to be all up in each other's business but at the end of the day, they have my back, they tell me what's up even when I am not ready to hear the truth and I love them to the end of time!
Happy Easter everyone!
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