Happy Birthday, Aunt Ginny!

Little Drew Taylor's name wasn't simply pulled from the hat. He was named for my mother's side of the family, the Taylors. To seal the deal, he was born on the birthday of the family's matriarch, Virginia Taylor.

Here is a picture taken yesterday at a birthday luncheon in honor of her 92nd birthday. Isn't she beautiful? I've always claimed that Aunt Ginny was the reason certain words were invented: Fabulous. Charming. Positive. Generous. There aren't that many real LADIES out there in the world anymore, but Aunt Ginny is one. Always perfectly dressed, coifed, and jeweled. Shoes always match the handbag which matches the outfit which matches the event. Because she is so darn much fun, her social calendar remains full and active. All the cousins feel quite protective of Aunt Ginny since she is the only mother we have left.


Aunt Ginny was my mother's girlhood friend and then she married mom's brother. This took their friendship to a new level as sisters in law. They were exactly the same age, born only 9 days apart. Often they celebrated their birthdays together. We missed you yesterday, mom!


The luncheon was at the home of her best friend, Arlene. The table looked so nice, I had to snap it.



Did I mention Aunt Ginny's silly streak? She loves to laugh and will do anything to hear the laughter of others



Isn't this a gorgeous arrangement? The blooms were ENORMOUS

It was a lovely afternoon, a beautiful luncheon, and Aunt Ginny choked on her words when she thanked us for coming. Her love for others is so apparent and she is often overwhelmed with emotion. It's the sweetest thing.