Another Reason Why I Love My Aunts

I am no stranger to writing about how fantastic my aunts are; but, tonight I am especially enamored with two of them.

Right about now, two of my dad’s sisters are driving through Arizona on their way to the Grand Canyon. They have covered miles and miles during the last eight days in their eggplant-colored minivan.

One of my cousin’s built a platform for a mattress that he then installed in the back of their vehicle (they’ve been camping as they go, sleeping in the van). Over-sized Longerberger baskets stocked full of bread, peanutbutter, homemade jelly, Philadelphia cream cheese and coolers of diet coke are keeping them well fed, while, I am sure, a stack of New York Times crossword puzzles are keeping them entertained as one drives and the other recites the clues.

I’d give anything to watch an instant streaming video of the two driving along, laughing, bitching, smiling. Can you imagine the road-trip back and forth between two sisters who have been sisters for more than 50 years? (Not that either of them look a day over 30!) These women have lived through the thick of it…catholic school, teenage daughters, countless family dinners. They are both mothers of amazingly gifted and talented children. They both worked outside the home while keeping the inside of their household running at full tilt.

I love them and hope one day when I’m able and my sisters are able that I remember what these two aunts did so that I do the same.