|Last year, Christmas|
I know, that rules. So birthdays, major holidays, bank holidays, major and minor awards, teeth falling out, getting your first training bra, whatever, it was time for a party.
We teetered back and forth from rich to poor my whole life, and either way, the party looked the same. Massive amounts of homemade food that looked a little burnt, or lopsided, or was poured just below the melted mark on the biggest plastic bowl- presentation is not a Yablonski strong point, but the food is to DIE for. Sometimes, we do. Too soon?
Sorry. I couldn't resist. Another Yablonski strong point, making an awesome joke out of something you should NEVER joke about.
Back in the day, I was little and all the other siblings were grown or almost grown, and they would come to Mama and Daddy's house and bring all their little ones, and we'd sit around and the youngest ones would dance on the coffee table while Bobby played the guitar, or somebody played something, and we'd laugh and talk and visit until it was time for round 2 at the buffet.
|My baby, and my niece and HER baby|
We don't get together as much now. For one thing, I'm in Missouri. (what the heck am I doing in Missouri?) But also, Daddy is gone now, and we're grown up and mostly get the WHOLE bunch, or close to it, together for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and a kid birthday or two. When we come together, though, it's like it has always been.
I could probably write a book about this stuff, but two things I learned from my family: 1. Texas is best and 2. Every one of us is worth being celebrated, even for small victories.
|my birthday cake from last night|
Here's to you, Yablonskis. May we ever celebrate.