This weekend, we headed to Jerzey for my husband’s family reunion, the first (and possibly last) Vallario Yankee Excursion. We gathered Saturday at Aunt Grace’s to eat (always, my husband is Italian) and catch-up. On Sunday, we re-assembled, we are all Yankee fans in spirit although some of us aren’t die-hard fans of any team sport.
Uncle Gary was appalled at the lack of Yankee hats and tee-shirts. I thought we’d done pretty well. I’d vetoed Jay’s Celtics uniform before leaving Vermont, and we’d managed to stick to blues, grays and whites. Apparently, not good enough, Gary handed out hats and tried, unsuccessfully, to put Kylie into a shirt that fell somewhere below her knees.
We then shoved 13 grown people and a baby seat into a 12 person van. Yes, it was 98 degrees and yes, the newest member of the family, 9 month old Jackson was with us. What were we thinking? Yankee Stadium at noon, an hour before the game, temperatures rose into the triple digits.The sprinkle of rain did nothing to cool the day, just left us still hot and wet. Jackson headed up into the shade with Grandpa Ron and had an ice cream bath, by the 7th inning, Yankees winning 6-2, it was time to head home. We left the stadium right before the game got going, final score, 7-5. But, before we left, we picked up Kylie’s friend, because the van wasn’t full enough already.
It’s family, I don’t care how big or small or crazy or alternative it is, when the people you love get together, it’s all good. I know that every one of us will smile remembering how much fun we had in spite of the heat and crowding, perhaps, in part, because of it. It might take Robbie and Ally a little longer, but they will smile. Make a plan to spend some time with your family this year.