Every Mother’s and Father’s Day I have the honour of celebrating 2 sets of parents – my actual parents and my parents best friends, who predate my existence by quite a bit.
They are a fixture of every family event, where after a few drinks they’ll tell the same stories time and time again. Great stories, accumulated over 40 years of friendship. My aunt (I call them aunt and uncle) is very fond of telling me that my first act in this world was to make my mom vomit all over her.
They have a 3 bedroom condo, divided into an office, a bedroom, and a junk room. When I was a kid the junk room was my haven – stacks of National Geographic back-issues, boxes of mysterious things, from little figurines to marbles, I spent a giant chunk of my childhood in there. When, on occasion, my uncle was supposed to clean the junk room out he’d simply swap it with the office, so ‘my’ junk room would still be there when I came over.
For Mother’s Day this year I restored a childhood photo of my aunt – a photo that is now more than 60 years old.
I gave it to her on Sunday, so happy with the results!
