Today is my sister's birthday. Right now, she and her husband are lsleeping in the back bedroom at my mom's. The Husband and The Kid are outside by the pool powerwashing the patio. My mom is in the kitchen cleaning up after our latest cooking fiasco and I'm drinking a class of wine while typing.
It's a good day.
It makes me think of how much I want to pass down meaningful things to The Kid. It makes me realize how important family traditions are - even if they aren't common or understood by others. It makes me smile thinking about the time when I'll be cleaning up the latest fiasco and The Kid will be drinking a glass of wine or taking a nap with her husband. It's these moments when I feel like I'm the luckiest woman alive with the best family around.
I spoke too soon. Mom just brought me a mug of baked egg yolks and a fork.
It would be impossible for me to make this up.
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