I used to really not like going to church on Sunday mornings, so I would beg my mom and dad to let me stay with Aunt Lorene and Uncle Frank. I think I must have been their Sunday morning entertainment. My Aunt Rene still laughs every time she tells the story about me sitting with them and telling her that China died. I think I was five and somehow when I heard the news that Mao Zedong had died, I interpreted it a bit differently. Go figure.
Today we were entertained with stories about my incredible sense of cutting-edge fashion and know-it-all attitude.
In this one, I think my Aunt Rene was trying to convince me to give up my addiction to peanut butter, but I wasn't falling for it.
I'm sure Caleb and Conner will be disappointed that they missed hearing the stories about their mom, but I promised to take them for a visit soon. Maybe I can take them out to tromp around in the woods and stop by to see everyone again. Always seems like there is just never enough time for the important things like staying connected.
The good news is that Aunt Rene has a great-grandbaby and he's just a week old. He's adorable and will be loved tremendously. Seems there is always a ray of sunshine, even on the hardest and most trying of days.
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