My great aunt had never met Ben. She and my great uncle were unable to travel to our wedding because of their age and health. So, our visit to Texas was Ben's big unveiling.
Last Saturday morning, around 9:30am, we rang the doorbell at her house. My great aunt shuffled to the door and warmly invited us in her home.
She and my parents exchanged hugs. Then I hugged her and introduced Ben. The top of her white hair barely brushed his shoulder. She stepped back slowly to look him over.
"You know..." She said, with wink in her eye and a deadpan look on her face, "I've always had a thing for Italians."
Please, God, let me be that awesome when I'm 90 years old.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
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