I went home this weekend, so I could spend some quality time with my favorite uncle.
Now, before any of you get bent out of shape about me playing favorites, let me just say... I'm an equal opportunity favorite-er. As in, I've been known to have multiple favorites at the same time. It is my way.
Which is NOT to say that Uncle John isn't really my favorite. He so is.
Probably because he has magical powers:
It was a little bit o' heaven, I tell you.
John is my mom's oldest sibling, and as such, has memories/stories that I'd never heard before.
I love my family. Immediate, extended, adopted, grafted... however they became part of us. I love them.