A Ferriani Weekend

If you know me, you know I love my family. I've grown up with cousins who are more like sisters, the idea that canned pasta sauce is a sin, the more people the merrier, the table is important and a good homemade Italian meal is what will excite our taste buds and leave us felling sluggishly full. I am a version of Emily that is carefree, more open, and strangely enough a little funnier around these people that know me better than I know myself. 

Most of us live in Indy but when the Arizona Mariani's come to town we all know it's going to be a party. Mia will start the dance party, Aunt Laurie will teach us all a new makeup trick, Uncle Paul will make us laugh with his blunt statements, and Luc will make sure there are no leftovers. When we are all together there is a sense of wholeness that cannot be put into words. All of our parts are there and the puzzle is complete. 

We ate delicious food, screamed on the tubes, played with the babies, argued about football of course and enjoyed being whole for a little sliver of time. 

I love these people so deeply. They have taught me how to love and forgive. Family is messy and sometimes hard but it is oh so wonderful and worth it. 

Emily WehnerComment