When I was born, I was not only my parents' first child. but a first grandchild and a first neice. While my uncles didn't notice too much, my mother's younger sisters totally spoiled me.
They were Auntie Pat (I was named after her) and Auntie Joan, who was my Godmother. They showered me with beautiful little girl dresses, dolls. Aunt Pat and her sweetie, Harry, took me swimming and to an amusement park with my first cotton candy. Aunt Joan caught the eye of my dad's brother, my Uncle Jack, and, well, little pitchers have big ears and my four-year-old self figured out that she had a huge crush. The picture on the right is of Aunt Joan and the cute guy who became Uncle Bob.
As I grew up, my family moved away, and I saw less of these wonderful aunts. But over the years, there were many fun moments, sharing all kinds of family celebrations - including Aunt Pat's wedding, not to Harry but to Uncle Gene,
Last month, we had a get together when Aunt Pat came to visit from St. Louis, and my cousin had a really fun gathering, and I am so thankful for these two!