The Legacy of The Nord

One generation shall commend your works to another and shall declare your mighty acts. Psalm 145:4

This picture is from my nieces Megan and Erin. They took it while shopping in Atlanta on spring break. They are declaring what they have learned from their Aunt, the Nord is good! My brother says that we have been a good influence on the girls. I always hear a little sarcasm when he says that. Aunts and Uncles are to spoil and then send home with fond good wishes. When I played tennis we belonged to an indoor club and the girls would come each summer for tennis camp. When they went back home they didn't want to play outdoors, they wanted to be indoors like their Aunt Foo Foo. One of my favorite stories about Megan is when she was scheduled for some surgery in Atlanta. Doug took her and Nancy and Erin were to follow the next day. Staying at a Courtyard Marriott the night before checking in, Doug and Megan pulled up to unload luggage and Megan asked, "where's the guy?" Doug replied, "what guy?" Megan said, "The one who comes and takes your luggage to the room." Totally Aunt Foo Foo'd. Because of some mix-up they had to switch to the Marriott (complete with doorman) and when they pulled up and the bellmen opened the doors, Megan said, "now this is more like it." She must have been 9 or 10 at the time.

When the girls come to Houston the must to-do is to go to the Galleria. For sure we go to Abercrombies, Urban Outfitters, Dylan's Candy store and of course lunch, shopping and a pedicure at SPA Nordstrom. On their next visit Uncle Fancy Pants has agreed to get a pedicure with them. Only Megan and Erin could get him to agree to do that. As Erin and I like to say when we are doing something fun and making a memory, you close your eyes and say...moment...frame your moment...do you have it? What color is the frame...? My frame's color is ______. Memory...place it in the frame, do you see it? Then when the moment and memory have been properly framed and mentally treasured, you put your index finger to your lips (still with eyes closed) and say hmmmmmmmm. Megan hates when we do this but probably that's because Erin and I are obnoxious about it. We make everything a moment, memory, hmmmmm.