I asked Mama why he spent every holiday with us. He’d bring flowers and caramels, tell jokes, and do magic tricks. He didn’t mind Grandma’s poetry readings, my father’s pipe smoke, my annoying little brothers, or the burnt roasts. “Look around,” she said. “We were the only family he had.”
Liz recently discovered listening to mooing cows is very relaxing. Find her at lizmayers.com.
This is a fine toast to all those almost-uncles who brightened our lives.
Uncle Mischa was lucky to have your family :)
I like this one. It draws a picture that sticks in my mind.
Liz, a sweet family story!
Sentimental in the best way
What a great and beautiful way to describe a family and fortunate they are to have uncle Mischia
To Uncle Mischa, it all sounded like mooing.