Tuesday, January 7, 2025
When I think back to my younger years with Aunt Angie, I can’t help but smile. Her home was always so clean and tidy, with walls painted my favorite color—emerald green. She had the most magical Christmas decorations, especially her Christmas village with tiny figure skaters. I wasn’t supposed to touch it, but every time she left the room, I’d sneak over and rearrange it. When she noticed, I’d always blame Jeffery—and she seemed to believe me. Sorry, Jeff!
These little memories remind me of how special Aunt Angie was. Her warmth, her love for creating a beautiful home, and her ability to make every moment feel magical will stay with me forever.
