When I lived in New York, every Sunday night was Family Night. A group of intelligent, beautiful, supportive, creative, amazing people welcomed me into their Sunday night tradition of a home cooked meal to unwind, refresh, laugh, talk, share, and play before another Monday rolled around. Always hosted in the same warm home, but with food prepared by a different member of the family, it was the part of the week I always looked forward to most. We all became Tias ("aunts" in Spanish) to two baby boys, who are now seriously awesome big kids. And we all helped each other through job changes, heart breaks, new loves, grad schools, some rough times and the best ones... In the past several years, the fam has all moved away - only two of the original eight Tias still live in New York, and several of us have landed in California. A couple husbands (and husbands to be) have joined the crew, as well as little baby Ina. We've all changed and done so many different things with our lives... but I love and respect every single one of these people beyond compare.
The last time we were all together was at my wedding, almost two years ago. On Saturday, the stars aligned, and we had an almost complete Family Night Reunion. We ate, we drank, we talked, we laughed... It was like no time had passed at all, and it was just another Family Night dinner.
It was so good to be together again (we missed you Tia Janet!!) and I hope our lives can intersect again soon for more than just a few hours. Mostly because Ina needs her Tias in her life, but also because I need my Tias in my life.
Love you guys.