So, seeing my mother sip on a piña colada was quite a memorable experience. An experience that probably would have gone unnoticed if it hadn’t been for the whirling blender that was a siren song to us kids. We all came running, as we were hoping the sound would result in us getting milkshakes. After all, that’s usually the only time we ever heard a blender running. Imagine our surprise.
But we were a tough and hearty bunch, so we bounced back fast from the milkshake debacle. We had each other. We had a dinning room table to use as a fort. The older boys had to scare us girls with stories of what might be living in the dark, upstairs attic. And there was still the matter of that glittery ball. So much to do.
This year, I’ll be celebrating the beginning of a new year at home, quietly. No piña coladas. No blenders. No cousins or scary stories. Just hopes and dreams that 2013 will be better than the last.