just for the family..

Hey Carters!! Even though we didn't make a video at our half-reunion this summer, Griff still pulled through and wrote us a poem for us to remember the week!

Cotter to me

May be different than Cotter to you

All of us are unique

Marching to our own tune.

But when we come together

On every second year

Our tunes become one

A song pleasant to any ear

Tackling white water

And hiking up mountains

Driveway basketball

And corn hole combatants

Commander pilots

Pepperoni Roll eaters

Pimento Cheese pounders

And love dat money repeaters

Britt and Joel plus Dave

Equal a lot of years, just count them

But on these summer days,

Old farts become fountains

Fountains of youth,

Springing up from the past

They may hurt for weeks after

But they’ll all have a blast

For one rainy Monday

No one can deny

Our water proof spirits

And a great Fourth of July

From there, to the river

Where the sun was the hottest

When I missed my chance

With a true River Goddess

Then to the mountains,

“3 miles!” says Dave!

At the end of that hike,

Pepperoni Rolls we craved.

With a somber heart

We loaded the cars

Headed home for the night

For basketball under the stars

When the morning light came,

We had to say goodbye

To our Illinois family

As they started their drive

A few beers left in the cooler,

And a few Carters left in town,

We went to the lake,

For one final round.

Although this year

Our numbers were down

All left Dub Vee

With out any frowns

The rest of our family

We missed very much

But on the horizon

Is Texas for turkey and such

Words cannot describe

Not even in a poem

The Cotter way of life

And the love that is shown

I am so grateful

For such a family,

From Howdjas, to firemen

To love dat money.

The miles in between,

Mean nothing at all,

Family means everything,

And I sure love y’all.

Stephan, Stephanie, Kim, Christopher, Graham, Jay, Miriam, Evan, Ellis, Mason, Jesse, Cathy, Casey, Jian, and Jackson we missed yall so much! 

LOVE DAT MONEY!