My aunt passed away today.
My family celebrated 4th of July at her house every year. So years ago, I gave her a copy of a perfect little picture book called I Like You. She kept it displayed on a table in her living room. It repeats the refrain "I like you because--" over and over again, giving different reasons, serious and silly. It reads in part:
On the Fourth of July I like you because
It's the Fourth of July
On the Fifth of July
I like you too
It's rare to know that someone loves you completely. But she did love me completely. And she liked me, too. And I liked her back.
My family celebrated 4th of July at her house every year. So years ago, I gave her a copy of a perfect little picture book called I Like You. She kept it displayed on a table in her living room. It repeats the refrain "I like you because--" over and over again, giving different reasons, serious and silly. It reads in part:
On the Fourth of July I like you because
It's the Fourth of July
On the Fifth of July
I like you too
It's rare to know that someone loves you completely. But she did love me completely. And she liked me, too. And I liked her back.
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