The Family Crest ... I mean wristband

Ryan comes home from work a couple of weeks ago and suggests we get family wristbands. You know, like the yellow "live strong" ones. Wanting to know if we would all be willing to wear them, he solicited our opinions. Sure, we could wear them.

The color was not a fight. As long as we picked something that would not be inappropriate for a work setting. We agreed on turquoise bands. Coincidentally the Pantone 2010 color of the year. Yes, we are very trendy. Some wanted tie-dye or two-tone, but it wasn't too difficult to find consensus.

Now for the battle: what they should say. The opinions started flying.

Don't mess with Caress (Maya's favorite)
Yeah, I'm a Caress you wanna make something of it?
Caress: in your face
Caress and proud of it

Ryan was aghast. He wanted something deep, touching, eternal. Sappy stuff like:

The Caress Family is Forever
The Caress Family will be together forever

You know sweet, spiritual, love-expressing. The girls strongly objected. The suggestions got even worse. I'm sure there was an "up yours" somewhere in there.

We finally agreed on "Caress and proud of it." On the back we put our initials: RLMMMM.

They came in the mail today and we proudly wear them. Proud to be Caress.