Celebrating my Aunt Mary

You all have heard me talk about my Aunt Mary.  She live two blocks from my house.  Growing up I spent a lot of time with her.  Most Saturdays she would press my hair and I would help her snap beans and prepare for Sunday dinner.  I would ride my bike over to visit and I even drove over to rescue my Cousin Rose on her wedding day, because my Aunt Mary called and said come and get her.  You see my Aunt Mary is the best.  She is the most kind, loving, generous and God loving person you would ever meet.  She always called me "little one".  Tonight we celebrated her 80th birthday.  It was a wonderful celebration of love, family and friends.  I got to see most my village.  My day care provider, who taught us that we are special and unique, Mrs. Slaughter.  Mrs. Shelton who taught me how to skate and who made the best cakes ever.  Mrs. Wilson, who let us cut through her yard to get to my Aunta house.  The McDaniels who worry about me all the time.  That is part of my village.  I turned out pretty good. 

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