Davey Flies Air Susan

On our first morning in Florida, I was toddling around the house exploring the forbidden zones when I found Aunt Susan in the kitchen. When she looked down and saw me she lit up brighter than the Christmas tree. She didn’t have any nieces or nephews before us, and I think she loves being an aunt. I flashed my bashful smile and lifted my arms indicating I wanted to be picked up and held. She immediately scooped me into her arms and raised me as high in the sky as I ever remember. It’s a good thing Grandma and Granddaddy Roe’s house has high vaulted ceilings or else I may have bumped the lights. I wonder if Granddaddy Roe laughed as much while flying airplanes as I did while soaring Air Susan.