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An Awesome Gift...

There are a couple of Christmas gifts from years past from members of the Kennedy family that stand out in my mind, because they were so meaningful to me.  Seriously, I love gifts where I can tell that people have personally thought about the family and me.

The wooden wall hanging that Bud and Melanie sent to us several years ago with the words "Kennedy, est. 1989) still hangs in our front hall.  I LOVE that thing (and it frequently ends up in photos we take because we take our photos in the front hall).

The copper measuring spoons that Beth sent me after living with us for a couple of months.  I had stolen a copper teaspoon from my mother's set years earlier, and I loved it so much that I used it for any measurements, teaspoon or not (sorry about that, Mom, if you're reading this--I was young and wild and free when I did it).  Beth remedied that situation by sending me my own set.  I still have it.

So, Katrina has been promising me a Christmas gift from the kids for months now.  I think it might have started out as a "thank you" gift for Kennedy Kousin Kamp, but with the length of time it took to create it, it became a Christmas gift.  I got it in the mail today, and it has to be in the running for one of the best gifts I have ever received!

Rachel, that sneaky girl, took all of the photos from Kennedy Kousin Kamp, and organized them into a deck of Kennedy Kousin Kamp playing cards!

For real!

I could hardly believe it.  All the fun times we had this summer at K3 are now saved onto a deck of cards. I don't even know if the Alpine cousins appreciate the fact that I collect decks of playing cards from everywhere I visit, but I do!  In fact, I have a whole drawer full of them (mostly unopened).  The cutest thing was that these were really to remind us of the late-night poker games.  With the exception of the first game, I didn't attend any, although I heard all kinds of treats were used at "money".  Starbursts, maybe?  I just remember Mark saying something about the fact that he had discovered which candy didn't get slimy after trading hands :-)

Although these pictures don't capture how amazing these cards are, here's just a taste:

These are the backs of the cards.  I took this picture only minutes after we had arrived in Manhattan!
I saw the headline and couldn't resist taking a picture of everyone.  Little did I know how "insanely fun" K3 would be!

Everyone has their own number.  No surprise--Mark ended up on the Jokers :-)
Rachel made me "King".  Glad to know I earned that spot :-)

Anyway, this is the most amazing gift, and although I've already been making plans for this summer's K3, I am even MORE excited for it now!  I love these kids, and I'm so thankful for the time I get to spend with them.

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  1. Hahahaha those are so cool Mama!!! Seriously, they look so for-real and totally cool!!! I love them!

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  2. That is so awesome!!! I talked to a couple of K3 campers a few weeks ago, and let me tell you (even though you already know), that trip had a deep and important and wonderful impact on them. You rock! Very cool gift!

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