I have a rather wordy post today and it might get a little long.
A story for you, but it's not really mine to tell so I won't be including many of the more personal details.
Just enough information to explain about a stinky pine box no one else wanted at a garage sale.
We have some friends. Close ones.
Our families are pretty entwined, we have the old friends thing, the Godparent thing, the mentor thing, the previous boss thing, the kids are all friends thing, the be in each others weddings things, etc. etc. etc..
Even the family tree thing - some sort of third cousin deal I can never remember. I think the grandparents were first cousins.