May 21st, 2010
Over the Fourth of July weekend, we’ll be traveling to Iowa (assuming I’m still cleared to fly at that point – fingers crossed!). My beloved grandpa is turning 90 this year and the Whole Family is gathering for a big celebration of that momentous event. The Whole Family gets pretty large these days — somewhere in the upper 20s, I believe — and we haven’t all been in the same place at the same time in quite a while. It should be fun.
However, I just broke the following news to my poor husband: my aunt is making matching t-shirts for the family.
I think this is definitely one area where you can divide the world into two categories. Those families who do matching t-shirts. And those families who do not do matching t-shirts.
Josh’s family fits pretty firmly into the latter category. And to be perfectly honest, I never really thought of my clan as falling into the former until last summer. We had a smaller family gathering (which my hubby couldn’t attend) and my awesome cousins had the great idea of celebrating the fact that their mother (my mom’s sister) had been cancer free for 10 years.
Unbeknownst to my aunt, the girls and their dad arranged to have t-shirts made for everyone at the gathering. We wore them under our clothes to dinner one night, then whipped off the outer layers at a predetermined moment to display our t-shirts. My aunt cried. It was awesome.
When I got back home, I showed my hubby my snazzy t-shirt and his eyes got big, he cocked his head and said…
“Is that a uterus on your t-shirt?”
Um, well, yes. My aunt had uterine cancer. What else would you put on the shirt?
I’m pretty sure that this summer’s family apparel will not feature any sort of reproductive organs — and I’ve tried to reassure him on this point — but he remains very skeptical.