What a pleasure it was to have Aunt Cynthia visit. The occasion was Mom's birthday, but Aunt Cindy stayed with us (as she did last time she visited Portland, prior to Suzanne's birth) and Barb and I got some quality hours with her.
Cindy has always been the parent-generation relative that seemed more like my generation. Even when I was quite young, I had the feeling that I was following in her wake, rather than leaving her and her type behind (as, I think, kids are supposed to feel about the prior generation as they forge the new reality). She's younger than Mom by a few years, but some combination of personality, happenstance, and experience (I imagine), rendered her modern in a way that my other (beloved!) relatives of her generation are not.
She's the cool aunt.
It was very comfortable having her as part of the household, if even for a few days. The girls seemed to enjoy her company. Cindy and Mom took a long drive out in the country. We went to the Chinese Garden and to the Hopworks Urban Brewery. Mom took Cindy to the Barley Mill. It was fun and satisfying.
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| Elizabeth flips through the guidebook at the Chinese Garden while Suzanne abides. |
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| Our family. |
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| The sisters consult. |
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| Aunt Cindy reading to Mom a plaque on the subject of motherhood. I can't remember the particulars, but it was beautiful. |
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| Tea with the Larrison girls. |
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