IT'S NOT EVERY DAY YOU TURN 92

On October 1st my Uncle Luke turned 92.

Yesterday our family was invited to my cousin, Chris' house

here in Thibodaux to celebrate.

Because the rest of the siblings were all tied up I was

fortunate enough to be the one to take Mumsie to

be with her brother.

It could not have come at a better time since

lately she has been talking a lot about him and

saying she misses him and has been dreaming about him.

My cousins didn't tell Uncle Luke that Mumsie was coming,

she was the surprise and just like each time they are together,

he got teary-eyed when he saw her and they hugged like

they hadn't seen each other in years.

They were so cute together, if he sat in the kitchen, she sat

in the kitchen. If he sat to watch the Saints game, she did also.

Probably just like the little children they were, she was

the baby sister, the tag-a-long.

My second and third cousins, Uncle Luke's grandchildren

and great grandchildren were there to share the day.

This picture shows Celeste dragging little Luke down

the steps because he didn't want to join in the blessings.

He reminds me much of our Owen.

Father Dean came to celebrate and so our blessing

was extra special.

Uncle Luke does 92 really well.

I hope if I got their genetic make up that I carry it as

well as he does.

90 and 92, 182 years between the both of them.

They are so darn cute together.

Uncle Luke asks Mumsie,

"What happened to your hair"

"My hair?" she asks, "What is wrong with my hair?"

"It's all white"

Mumsie in her cute sassy voice,

"Huh, at least I have hair"

My cousin, Chris who is also principal of St. Genevieve

Catholic school also has this awesome house and yard.

A home she and her husband, Jimmy and the daddy's built

to look like an old Cajun home.

I was in love with the scenery.

This is an old storage building that they had moved there.

It would be my dream home if it were on the lake where

I will spend my retirement years.

Her greenhouse is made all of old window panes, lovely,

simply lovely...

I always tease my Uncle Luke that I am his favorite

niece and he always goes along with the joke...

so maybe it's true.

We are never together where he doesn't share

an Uncle Freddie, my daddy, story.

Yesterday the story is

Uncle Freddie he was a special kind of man.

Often he would tell my Uncle Luke,

"Luke, those kids of mine, they drive me crazy,

but I love them, each and every one of those

kids of mine"

What a great day it was.