Our quick trip to Tucson was days preceding a big trip to Europe. And what a trip it’s been.

My “favorite-est” oldest sister Tina turns 70 and what a better way to celebrate than with a 1970s-themed party, Mrs. Roper style. Early on I plan to attend. Luis surprises me by saying he wants to help her celebrate, too. Then I find out Lorenzo, Miguel and Michael are all flying to Tucson, too. All my men in one place…what a treat for me.

My two sisters and one of the brothers are here.

The theme provided us the opportunity to be silly. Those of us who donned mumus instantly bonded. Those of us who wore wigs bonded further as our scalps sweated in the warm night air. I have never seen so make mumus and chunking jewelry in one place. These accountremond are worn by women and men.

Most importantly, we are happy and have a deep abiding love for all gathered. Yes, there are small pockets of immediately families. Also, there is blending of the circles as party-goers weave through the tables of old high school friends, visiting family and the disco-dancing cousins.

Typical of the Madrids and Laborins (my dad’s family and my mom’s, respectively) we keep each other abreast of changing jobs, growing children, upcoming retirements and weddings, and impending vacations. Across the generations, we dance fluidly with whomever else moved by the Donna Summer or Kool and the Gang songs . We eat well and drink better. We laugh at light ribbing and cry with a cousin who lost a husband not long ago. We cry at our happiness for Tina and for each other.