But tonight is all about Meitav

I don't know who remembers what - certainly not I - but yesterday a year ago, 2/25/2010, there we had to give our oath.  "Eema, I had enough of this Liam, Liam, Liam....it's my birthday....if you disappear on me I will kill you" (nobody really threatens me with such since I'm the lone beer provider).  Anyway, just 3 days earlier Liam was released from the hospital.  It was really important to be home with Meitav that day.  


One hour before midnight all plans were still on target.  But then, just as February 26th rolled in, Liam started vomiting - BLOOD!  Within one hour we were in the ER (see old blog). And Meitav, who slept through all the drama - 911 personnel etc., woke up the next morning to an empty house.


This year's February 25th & 26th are all about Meitav.  She absolutely deserves it.  
So last night we enjoyed an evening around the pit-fire in the back yard with friends.  Nothing fancy - just smoke-gets-in-you-eyes gathering.  (To add some east-west aroma to the evening, I was cooking Turkish coffee on the fire. Sort of a middle-eastern rough man cooks rough coffee on the rough fire....and all the usually-pretty-rough-themselves ladies around the fire, all of the sudden found themselves wrapped in a not-so-rough romanticism.  Cowboy-coffee, they called it (and just for the blog readers I'm promising I didn't spit in it)).  Where were we?  Oh yeah, fire.  And we told some Liam stories and laughed - at least those of us who's hands were not burning from holding the boiling pot over the fire.


And today the celebration will take us to a Japanese place.  Because, to put it in Meitav's own words:  "I don't like eating fish, just raw fish".  My little raccoon.