There is a little girl who is the joy of my life. Her name is Abbi and she is my adorable niece. I prayed a long time to be an aunt and now that I am, I am gobsmacked as the Brits would say. It must be Pixie dust. When Abbi says Aunt Bev I start to melt and when she calls Tall & Handsome Aunt Reg (Uncle is still a very hard word to say don’t you know)…well, there’s absolutely nothing left of me. (And, he is a very good sport for so many reasons. Number one, he raised a little girl and has a soft spot for little girls, number two his grandkids lovingly call him Angrad and number three my mentally disabled sister has called him Uncle Bill on occasion…where that one came from we’re all still trying to sort out.)
My little sugarplum had a birthday earlier this month. She has discovered Tinkerbell and fairies. So what’s a good aunt to do but indulge, of course?! So, Timkerbell she is with wings and pixie dust and everything…
All I can say is, “Oh what wonderful, adorable, sweet, innocent fun!” We should all be so lucky!!
Suiting up for Tinkerbell duty
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