One of the best things about marrying Antique Daddy was that his Aunt Jean came with the package.
Aunt Jean is 88 and gives octogenarians a good name. She keeps a schedule that would wear out a 20-year-old, keeps up with current events, emails and surfs the internet and is on more committees and belongs to more groups than I can count. She is funny and graceful and dignified in a Katherine Hepburn sort of way. She’s too busy to be bothered with being old. And when I grow up I want to be just like her.
We recently spent the night at her house and sent her an email thanking her for her hospitality and got this response back:
“The pleasure was all mine. It was a treat to have you hanging with me. It was wonderful to hear Sean calling me by name. I tried to visualize that little four pound baby doll growing up to call my name. I have never heard my name sound so good.”
She’s the genuine article. And she makes the best pimento cheese. Ever. And I’m lucky just to get to hang with her once in a while and tell people she’s my aunt.
PHOTO: Aunt Jean looking in on brand new 4-pound Sean.