Ciocia

I was trying to beat Kendra to a Florida posting, but since she beat me, I'll take my time on the Florida update and use this post as a shout out to my Ciocia. She called me last night and mentioned that I hadn't mentioned her gifts in my Birthday posting. So, to let her know how much I do LOVE my presents, and the fact that she's probably one of 5 people who actually read my blog (who am I kidding? I think it's more like 3 if you include myself!), I'm going to dedicate a post all to her so she knows how much she's appreciated.
For any non-polocks, Ciocia means Aunt. When I say Ciocia, I'm refering to my Aunt Theresa, my god-mother, my mothers best friend, and my only Polish Aunt. Many of my earlist childhood memories include her and my cousin Melanie. When I got a little older my ciocia moved to Florida, and it provided a nice vacation spot for me and my sister through the years. If there was something I couldn't talk to my mom about, or a conflict in my family, I would run to ciocia. She was always been there for my sister, my mom and I thoughout the years even when she was thousands of miles away.
When I moved to NJ and my sister left for college my ciocia moved back to Michigan. It has worked out well for both my mom and my ciocia since their visits are more regular. My mom is always happiest with her around and she understands my mom like no one else. They're the sister that neither of them had and they've been with each other through everything, the highs and the lows.
Thank you Ciocia for my wonderful Bithday presents and for being my constant role model for what friendship is all about. Love you lots!