Friday, May 28, 2010
e le signore piu belle.
I have a big, crazy, loud, Italian family. We eat a lot. We swear a lot. We gossip. We eat red meat. We say Jesus' name in vain. We aren't filthy rich. We are hard headed. We shake our heads and yell full names when we get upset. Every dinner is an event, spent with every single family member around the table (every night). We plan huge weddings. We sing hilarious folk songs and tarantellas. We are very proud of our soccer team and our perfected spaghetti noodle. We love tomato sauce and pasta with every dinner. We are from a small town in Italy that's in between two mountains (it's a valley). We celebrate San Antonio and St. Luke. We bargain a lot and buy everything on "special." We like white doilies. We have too many pictures of Mother Mary in our houses. We're so much more than I can even begin to explain, and that's why I love us.