On day 39, lil bro and I found ourselves in Brooklyn for rounds of toasts with our New York family in honor of Rosh Hashanah.
Today my brother and I toasted to the New Year with our family friends from back home (Michigan) who now also live in the boroughs of NYC.
Our history stems back to our pre-teen days.
Our moms introduced us when we were about 7 and 12. They would have girl time while my brother and I were “baby-sat.”
These stories are legendary (including one hairbrush incident that involved the loss of some of my hair…).
Fast forward 20 years. Marriage and kids for her and running wild in NYC for us and you have yourself the second generation of our family unit. We celebrate birthdays, important anniversaries, milestones and promotions. Our version might be different than the original but we still get together in much the same way our parents did 20 years ago.
Tonight was no different.
We told inappropriate stories. Discussed bedroom incidents. Teased each other mercilessly. Attempted to remember the endings to old Russian children’s stories (wine was involved). Feasted for 8.
Add a plethora of apples with honey for a sweet New Year (to increase our odds) and you have one great night.
Mom would have been proud.