My family rocks. That is the truth.
We are pale Irish folk who love potatoes and wine and do not tend to excel at sports.
We are well-read, stubborn, interesting, and interested.
We like music. We like board games. We like wine. (It bears repeating.)
We like Christmas. We never give useful gifts. We give cool gifts, like Rosie the Riveter bobble heads and mythology books and Wonder Woman mugs and black and white photos of the Brooklyn Bridge.
We drink too much coffee.
We stay up late and hate getting up in the morning.
We all, and this is really something, if you think about it, CREATE something.
Cristy embroiders like sarcastic wildfire.
Dagwood papier maches like only Melvix can.
Lisa forges handmade glass beads and creates jewelry with them.
Lindy builds stuff. Like, all the time.
Eli write computer programs.
Francie writes poetry and dances ballet.
James is an awesome photographer. And also has a really, like totally popular podcast.
Jenny, well, she is an Artist. There is nothing she can't do.
Durel was a mixologist before the advent of hipsterism. He also tends to win things like Rib-Offs with aplomb, after making his barbecue sauce from scratch and being all nonchalant about it.
I write. Two blogs in theory. One blog in reality. But great things are brewing, FYI.
We live all over the country and don't see one another nearly enough. But we were all together last week to celebrate Mom and Dad for their remarkable 50 years of marriage. And when we did that, we all realized how much we like one another, which is nice. And how grateful we are to our amazing parents for teaching us to be who we are and who we want to be. As a parent, I now realize how selfless, expensive, and just plain HARD that is.
And as they watched us gire and gimble in Austin, all together for a brief and giddy moment, they were happy.
Hope you know a Davies.