Thanks for stopping by!
He's my cousin. I have aproximately 80-100 first cousins. (Mom has 8 siblings, Dad has 7). For a very short time, I went to school near my mom's side of the clan, and got to do Thanksgiving with them. My mom's family mainly lives in Utah, so this was something I had never done before. There are so many of them that they did not meet at anyone's home, they just borrowed a church gym for the day. 8 or 10 tables. It was fun, although many people there did not know who I was. I had a longish conversation with Daniel's brother Ryan with him under the impression that I was there as the date of yet another cousin. We had a laugh over that after.
The other cool thing about that Thanksgiving was that since we held it in a gym, we played some Lightning (they called it Knock Out) afterwards. Among my Sever cousins, if I play basketball with them, I am one of the slow, clumsy cousins. (How many of Marsha and Reid's kids didn't play college ball?) But I found that in Utah... I was gooood. Narf!
When Trent(my brother) was 11, I was asked to teach the sunday school class he was in. My first day as teacher, I introduced myself, and got each of the kid's names out of them. I could place all of them in my mind as far as who thier parents were readily enough, except one mystery kid, who said his name was Josh. Trying to dig more info out of him I asked him his last name (clever of me). The last name didn't help. I asked a few more probing questions, when Josh, in annoyance shouted at me that he was Robert's son. Robert? I ask stupidly. YOUR UNCLE?! Josh shouts. He was my cousin.
Anyhow, Daniel, we like the Utah cousins. Stay in touch!