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August 22, 2005
Family Visits, Shopping and Devon is 13!
So, we went to visit family this weekend in Connecticut and had a really nice time. Spent lots of money on school clothes and supplies and got to visit malls and stores we don't have here near to home. We also had a small celebration for Devon's 13th birthday as well! 13, my GOD!!!!
We stayed with my Aunt Phyllis and her husband Ed who now live in an apartment connected to their youngest daughter's house. While we were there it occured to me what a great story teller my Aunt is! She is such a hoot to listen too and I realized how much I enjoyed listening to her tell stories. How animated she gets and how she tells them with such detail. I noticed for the first time in years how everyone listens to her, no one says a word until she is done. Most of the time she can make you laugh too. She usually ends up laughing through them as well and she's got the greatest laugh. Her whole face lights up and her body practically bounces. My Uncle Bobby is like that too, her brother.
Phyllis is 73 this year and her husband will be 80 in October and they are doing very well for their ages. They both still work part time and are planning a trip to Yellowstone Park courtesy of their oldest son Michael.
I'd forgotten how much I enjoy my Aunt Phyllis. I spent many summers with them when I was growing up and she's always been one to stay in touch, visit and always welcomes you to her home. My family and I always made sure to stop in and visit her whenever we went to Florida and I have to make a point to visit her more often now that they are back closer to home!
Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Ed.
Posted by tracey at August 22, 2005 09:08 PM
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There, there. *pat, pat, pat* You have experienced NOTHING til your BABY turns 13.
I have until April to pass on from the fright of it. I just don't know if I can take it or not.
I thought my oldest turning 1 would kill me. But I lived.
Then I thought when he turned 10, I would die. But I lived.
Then I thought his becoming 13 would surely do me in. But I lived.
Last year he turned SIXTEEN and I thought most certainly, I would be in my grave by now. But I ain't.
But the baby? Thirteen?!?!
No, I am positive I won't make it this time.
(check with me in May, though, because obviously, God's not been ready for me all those other times)
;)
Glad you had a good visit with your aunt & uncle. My mom's name is Phyllis, btw. ;D
Have a good week!
Posted by: G~ at August 24, 2005 01:04 AM