A sleepover and time with friends made you miss your sweet Aunt's visit. I love that we have auntie's that remind us of the bark of the tree from which we are chiseled.
Mine was Aunt Lorraine. I hated seeing her. She reminded me of genetics. We walked alike, we talked alike, we loved the same things and had spent precious little time with eachother. Her name was like a sentence etched in stone. You are just like...
After awhile, I learned to love her and love the reality of God's use of genetics in creation. We have some things that we can control, but genetics is "in the genes."
You looked like my sister, Jackie since birth. Hair and features and some of the swiftness of your reflexes are or seem to be straight from Jackie. She came to see the development. You had other thoughts on your mind, this weekend.
I kiss you and see the parts of myself that I left to come down here to NC. My sisters and brother, who are as my heart. The love I have for them helps me understand my father and my delightful part of our relationship.
Though Auntie and I had no natural womanly graces, Dad and Grandma worked together to give us some of the abilities that nature had forgotten. All brains and no gentility, was at least part the Frankenstein Monster designation. My dad worked like a mechanic on his,"handicapped daughter" lest she be the misfit of her generation. He enjoyed that part of his fatherhood. I felt over cooked and overpecked. But I am blessed to have known his intense molding.
Don't miss the molding that your father is inflicting...
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