My wife, Jean, just celebrated her 82nd birthday and the cards and candy and flowers and phone calls and the messages on Facebook – they were inspiring.
Some of those messages written on the cards were so sweet they might make a grown man cry.
I’ve noticed that some folks without even a hint of kin have takin’ to calling her “Aunt Jean.” Like, “Aunt Jean sez.” No doubt, her sayings will soon start showing up on those Quote sights.
I can just see them now. “Aunt Jean sez take out the garbage.” Or maybe, “Aunt Jean says it is time for me to go to the dump.” I hear that one a lot lately, especially when I don’t go there right away.
In truth Jean can be the sweetest, most caring, patient, attentive, consoling, hardworking, dedicated, generous, kind, soft-spoken, genial, loving woman on this earth.
On the other hand— Oh, I was just kiddin’. There ain’t no other hand. Let’s just leave it the way it is and I’ll say this.
I sure do love that woman.
My Mama didn’t raise no fool.