Today is my Aunt Jean’s birthday. She is 91. This is a picture of her that I stole off my mother-in-law’s desk. Actually I didn’t steal it. I asked her if I could have it as I was putting it my purse. Along with some stamps and a brand new tube of lip gloss. She sighed and said something like, “I suppose” which I took to mean “Yes, please, I want you to have those things.”
This is a government worker ID mug shot of some sort which I think was taken around 1937. It had her name on the placard, but I Photoshopped it out because I am so very clever. Plus I don’t want y’all to know her name because then all the internets will show up on her doorstep begging that she be their aunt too and that she make them the best ever cherry cobbler. No! No I say! You cannot have her, she is my aunt — mine, mine, mine! And about 53 other cousins. But clearly she likes me the best.
I keep this picture on my desk. I enjoy looking at it off and on throughout the day because I think Aunt Jean is so pretty. And she inspires me to look more carefully for the goodness in people, to choose words of kindness over criticism, to focus outward and upward.
Happy Birthday Aunt Jean!
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If you are new around here, here are two classic Aunt Jean posts: