A Visit with My Great Aunt Lila

My dad and I paid a visit to my great aunt Lila after lunch this afternoon and the picture above these words hangs on the wall in her dining room even though it should probably exist on the cover of, like, Glamour or Vogue or some other famous magazine that features very stylish women.

I asked her to tell me the story of the aforementioned photo today and my Great Aunt Lila sheepishly said that "A very long time ago..." Jean, her late husband, told her that they were going to get their photo taken together but when they showed up at the photo studio he was like, "LOL JK! You're getting your photo taken solo, queen!" So my Great Aunt Lila got to have a mini photo shoot by herself and this beautiful image resulted. It makes me extra large happy to think that my Great Uncle Jean thought that his wife was so beautiful that he would trick her into having her photo taken just so he could have something like this to hang on his dining room wall.

My Great Aunt Lila will turn ninety-five years old on the tenth of March and she's still as sharp as something that's, like, super sharp (simile game on fleek). I wanted to stay at her house all day and ask her a bazillion and one questions about her baby sister who happens to be my late grandmother. In fact, on the way to the car afterward I told my dad that she reminds me a lot of my late grandmother and without pausing he said, "It's the way she holds her hands, with her pinkies cocked just so." He's absolutely right.