Every year on my birthday, my aunt sends me a birthday card, even when I was in college (and it was impossible to know my address). She's taken such good care of me my whole life. Especially after my grandma died. I cannot think of my aunt without thinking of my grandma--.
A few weeks ago, she had a birthday. She claimed she didn't want to make a big deal of it. She just wanted lunch with her kids. But, she's extraordinary. So, they surprised her and invited 40-50 of her family and close friends. It was so fun! (My assignment was bringing her portrait that hangs above the fireplace in the grandma house.)
And she was so surprised! And happy! (She was so happy, she yelled out loud--which was my favorite part.) We all sang Happy Birthday really really loud because we were so happy she was born.
Then her youngest brother got up and started telling all these stories about her. She was twelve or something when he was born. She wanted a sister, but he was a boy (don't worry--she had five daughters). Anyways, it was so obvious he loves her so much-- i wanted to go somewhere & cry.
I'm so happy I'm her niece