Summarizing this trip:
Wedding: weird. Won't go into it more than I have.
My extended family: kinda awesome. I only didn't get to chat with one uncle (which I regret, I will see if he emails because part of the issue was his hearing is bad in a crowd) but all the other aunts, uncles and cousins who attended. My Uncle K? Still THE BOMB. I wish he flew, because I'd have him here in a hot minute to give me period renovation advice. He shares my love of old stuff redone right and knows how to, as that was his former career. And if I could afford him and my cousin J, who is a carpenter/shipbuilder/restorer/builder....god, I'd have this place fanfuckingtastic. My eldest cousin A and I, despite a 14 year difference (meant more then than now,) just fall in like we've been buds forever.
My cousins' kids respond to me as if I've been around all this time. And OMG, is it fun to watch them play together as we once did. One aunt's namesake granddaughter became the favorite cousin ever of my eldest aunt's second granddaughter. And the namesake looks eerily like her grandmother. My two cousin's (sisters) sons also look alike, yet not like their mothers, but still very much like others in our family. They all raced around, bought penny candy from the museum, and generally amused everyone. We need to get them all out to the farm.
Omaha's Durham Museum (where the reception was, a deco train terminal, reminded me of Griffith Obsv): fucking awesome.
Getting mistaken for a docent in costume at said museum, hilarious.
Learning my cousin, the groom, has committed to farming with his dad, meaning the family farm might stay in family? Whoa.