Prompt for Day 7 was to tell you about my favorite extended family member - I can fit lots of extended family members into this category, but am going with my longest running favorite, my Uncle Ken. My dad's sister Sylvia is married to Ken. I was the flower girl in their wedding when I was about five. I thought Ken hung the moon and would spend all the time I could on his lap, petting his 1970s sideburns. I planned to marry him when I grew up - to which my aunt would often ask "then what happens to me?" I couldn't quite figure that out at the time, since I certainly didn't want her to go away either. When I got a little older, I thought he looked just like Burt Reynolds.
Ken and Sylvia didn't have kids until I was in junior high or high school, so I enjoyed many summer visits to their farm. Ken would haul me along out into the field to feed the cattle or whatever - either in the back of the pick up or standing on the hitch of his tractor. I remember one time his pick up had stalled out in the field, so he and I went in the tractor to tow it back, and I got to sit in the pick up and steer. I was terrified and exhilarated at this responsibility! I remember another time asking him what the difference between a steer and a bull was...he turned so red! I'm not sure he ever answered me.
Ken is a small town guy, who worked hard at both a job with the phone company and cattle farming. He loves to hunt and fish, and now spends his retirement time doing mostly that. I still adore him. When I took my current job, it was in his hometown and I lived with Ken and Sylvia for the first six weeks, while we found a house and such for Sean and the kids to join me.
And just as I know he's my favorite uncle, I also know I'm his (their) favorite niece.