My Aunt Lou's birthday marks the beginning of spring. She graduated to heaven a long time ago, but memories of this sweet lady flood my mind especially at this time each year. As a child, I would ride with Aunt Lou to church most Sunday mornings, and in the spring and summer months, I was often entrusted with the task of carrying her fragrant flower vase on my lap in the car. I had to be so careful not to let it tip and spill water during our trip. The blooms were supplied by her ever-flourishing backyard garden. They would adorn the old grand piano while she played the hymns for our little church.
As I reached my teenage years, occasionally the flowers would linger a bit longer as we'd stay after Sunday evening church to sing around the piano. Aunt Lou would pull out her "special music" books and sheet music and encourage me and my friends to practice for future services. I always admired her talents for playing piano and singing harmony which seemed to come so easy to her.
Brave soul that she was, Aunt Lou actually allowed me to practice driving once I received my permit. I drove back and forth to church while she held the flower vase in her lap.
I eventually became the worship leader accompanied by Aunt Lou, and whenever we had a hymn sing, I'd ask her for a favorite. She refused to be nailed down to one - she'd just quietly assert, "I like them all." Certain hymns still remind me of her, and tears flow freely when I consider how she nurtured me through the years. I didn't always make wise decisions; yet, Aunt Lou demonstrated a constant love and concern for me.
Thank you, Aunt Lou. I love you. Happy Birthday!!!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
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