Okay. My loving, kind, dear sweet zia Tiziana is going to kill me. She is, really.
Every time my sister and I visit, we insist on looking at her and zio Luciano's wedding album. She hates her wedding photos, and here I am posting them on my blog.
And what's really annoying is that I am doing so to honor her birthday...except that it isn't her birthday.
You see, last year I wrote birthday posts to honor my zia Paola, my zio Silvio, and my zio Luciano. Tiziana did not get a birthday post because her birthday very inconveniently falls on the day after Christmas. I don't know what my Nonna was thinking.
Tiziana probably thought I forgot but, being the quiet person that she is, was probably also somewhat relieved.
But, fair's fair and this is her birthday post.
It is a well-known fact that I have hair issues, and as a little girl I was always envious of Paola's Cleopatra hair and Tizi's hair, which was a delicious strawberry blond...something my sister and I liked to point out to her all the time.
Us: Do you know what color your hair is? It's...
Tizi, interrupting with a sigh: Yes, yes I know. Strawberry blond.
And then we would sing Strawberry Fields, Forever to her, which was terribly annoying.
When I was pregnant with our first child (Nonna's first great-grandchild), my husband and I visited Italy during one of the hottest summers in history. We stayed with my aunt who, in spite of the tremendous heat wave, cooked us the most delicious meals. Later, we found out that during the entire time of our visit, my aunt also was pregnant...and she never said a word.
Today, I have a cousin that is my son's age. Pretty neat.
The most interesting thing about Tiziana, one that you don't at first notice because she is, after all, married to crazy zio Luciano, is that she has a wonderful sense of humor; really, she leaves me the funniest comments like this, this, and this. She even wrote a fantastic poem about Nutella.
Buon Compleanno, Tiziana! Next time you come, I'll show you our wedding album...bleck, ick, patooey.
And to make it up to you, I am also posting a photo of me...with you on your wedding day, which is cheating, I know. To be clear, the fashionable bride is my aunt, the cute blond is my sister, and I am the terribly awkward-looking one with the dark hair.