How much better does it get than my aunt Sabah coming to visit from New Jersey. Crying as she meets my boys, tears of joy. I love her being here. Her & I are very close and there’s never anything left unspoken about. She was one of those pillar women in my life who stepped up as a mom to me and my brothers, after my mom passed. I adore her and am cherising my time with her.
As I told my friends, adopted mom Tracy, and my mother in law that she was coming in; They all replied with the same response, “Aunt Baklava?! Oh, yeah!” She loves that story. I call her “mam” – in arabic, meaning, “my aunt.”