Once upon a time, a long time ago,
I received a phone call from a far away Aunt.
“Will you be home May 30th?”
“Well, since it’s a few months out,
I suppose I can be. Why?”
“We’re coming to visit!”
Well in that case, pack your bags,
I will be home, no matter what.
My Dad has six sisters and I have
fond memories of them from when I was a kid
and still love to visit with them now.
To say the least, I was quite excited about this.
In the months following this phone call,
all kinds of projects that had been left unattended,
now received their due attention.
The Aunts were coming.
Since they are spread across the map now,
they get together occasionally for a birthday,
or just to spend time with the sisterhood.
Sharon turned 50 in May so they were spending
a few days together to celebrate her.
I felt very honored that they were coming to see me
for part of their trip.
Sadly, two of them couldn’t make it
and we missed you!
We waited and waited …
… finally we heard a vehicle slow and turn into the drive.
One old lady was down in the lawn with her cane,
waving them in.
For a minute they weren’t sure they had arrived at the right house.
We all hobbled to greet them and make them feel welcome.
All too soon it was late
and they were ready to head out.
I am blessed with family I love
and I am so thankful they took the time
to come visit me and my family.
We won’t forget this day for a long time.
Thank you Aunts for coming!
We loved it.