Back to my family being strange. We totally are and I'm ok with that. As I've gotten older, I've realized that things I totally thought were normal actually aren't. My sister and I have conducted
All of this leads me to something I've started to realize in the past year or so. I have a ridiculous memory. I thought the way I could remember names and faces and things that happened to me and gifts people gave me years ago was normal. But I'm realizing it's not.
|Me, minus the sticky notes and string. via|
Another example is one of the traditions the Italian side of my family has at weddings. I don't actually know how or why it started (maybe my family can help me here??) but it is amazing. As long as I can remember, we did this:
|My Aunt Anne, my Grampa, and my Noni at my Aunt Janine and Uncle Brian's wedding! (Thanks for the pic, Aunt Janine!)|
Apparently I thought it was so normal that I allowed it to occur at my wedding as well. What can I say, I love tradition.
|LoLo, Aunt Theresa, and me at our wedding|
So even though I've realized there are so many reasons my family and I are not normal, I've also realized I wouldn't want us to be any other way. Normal is so overrated!