Thanksgiving in Hawaii
Not a Bad Gig
Not a Bad Gig
Day 204
November 29, 2013
Team Zybko
Only one missing from our crew this Thanksgiving and in this pre-feast picture taken at Grandmas and Grandpas. Dylan. He couldn't come home, on the account he flew with the Army football team to cheer at the game Saturday. In Hawaii. Yes, Hawaii. Cheerleaders apparently have their perks. No one really felt super sorry for him for missing out but I did get a little mushy and just as cheesy as the traditional baked southern veggie dish. A missing kid is a missing kid, even if that kid is busy lifting up cute bikini girls, snorkeling, walking on soft white sand and representing America in a red, white and blue swim suit.
I didn't hormonal cry all over the homemade cranberry sauce or anything, it was just different head count than in previous years. I did however call him a thousand times til I was able to get through and talk to him. To make sure he knew, we knew, he wasn't there and we love him to Honolulu and back. Oh wait, Dylan... I forgot to tell you last night, remember to heavily apply the SPF toady. Your skin won't be used to the sun. Wearing a grey wool uniform head to toe underneath the cloudy skies of New York is not the same as running around half naked on a tropical island.
(that will be my one embarrassing mom reminder on this blog for the year. Your shoulders and face will thank me later though)
Thank you grandma and Aunt Susan for all the hard work and love you poured into the preparation of dinner and the beautiful table arrangments. It was a wonderful day, filled with out door, active games, garage ping pong, lazy movies, jokes, friendy friend guests we consider part of Team Zybko, yummy food and a bunch of thankful family togetherness.
I didn't hormonal cry all over the homemade cranberry sauce or anything, it was just different head count than in previous years. I did however call him a thousand times til I was able to get through and talk to him. To make sure he knew, we knew, he wasn't there and we love him to Honolulu and back. Oh wait, Dylan... I forgot to tell you last night, remember to heavily apply the SPF toady. Your skin won't be used to the sun. Wearing a grey wool uniform head to toe underneath the cloudy skies of New York is not the same as running around half naked on a tropical island.
(that will be my one embarrassing mom reminder on this blog for the year. Your shoulders and face will thank me later though)
Thank you grandma and Aunt Susan for all the hard work and love you poured into the preparation of dinner and the beautiful table arrangments. It was a wonderful day, filled with out door, active games, garage ping pong, lazy movies, jokes, friendy friend guests we consider part of Team Zybko, yummy food and a bunch of thankful family togetherness.
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