On friends and love aunts.
April 22, 2011

I think you probably recognize two of the girlies in this picture.  The other two are my daughter’s Aunt L and Aunt M.  We are old friends.  Old, old friends.

There is a beauty in enduring friendships that I cannot quite find the words to express.  Childhood friendships take up residence in your heart in a way that other friendships never can.

Yesterday, I showed this picture to Charlotte and she started hooting and acting like she’d been bitten by a rabid monkey.  Who is that?, I asked.  MAWMAW!, she said pointing at me.  BABY!, she said pointing at herself.  M!, she said pointing at her Aunt M.  L!, she said pointing at her Aunt L.  Did you have fun with Aunt M and Aunt L at the park?, I asked.  She nodded.

LUH AN, she said.  Love aunts.

It was one of those moments in parenthood that is unfathomably sweet, that is too perfect to put into words.  Like the first time she heard her father’s truck and went running excitedly to the door.  Or the first time I got out of bed and she cried until I crawled back under the covers and asked what she had dreamed about that night.

And so I said: I know, baby.  I love your love-aunts too.

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  1. By on April 22, 2011

    So incredibly sweet!

  2. By Momiss on April 22, 2011

    The dark haired one looks like you to me.  You can never have enough aunts!

  3. By Leslie Crane on April 23, 2011

    So great! I am fortunate enough to be close with a handful of girls that I’ve known literally for almost 30 years (yikes!!!!) and I am so sad to be apart from them right now. I can’t wait for James to get to know them and fall in love with them and call them aunts.





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