I remember that when things got particularly tough throughout my childhood, I would always consider calling her to come and get me. I always pictured moving in with her to finish my childhood like a normal person, and her phone number was the first number I ever memorized. I still know it.
I'm actually glad that I never had to move in with her. My life story would be so much less interesting, and I fear that the high pedestal that I hold her on might have crumbled a little. It's too hard to enjoy every moment with someone you live with. That's life.
Thanks for introducing me to Phil Collins and Michael Jackson and Wilson Phillips and Madonna. I owe any knowledge of classic rock to you (since my house played classic country music exclusively). Thanks for getting me into Fossil Watches (I'm wearing one right now), and thanks for taking me to the Lion King when it came out, since I didn't get to go to the theaters very much until middle school. You've spent way too much money on me over the years on Christmas and Birthday presents, and you were the only person to send me money when I started this blog, cuz you read between the lines that I was having real financial trouble. You really are the cool aunt that everyone wishes they had, and I hope this is a great birthday! Let's hope this is your last birthday in IL!
|Yes, my hair was that long at one point!|
So, Happy Birthday, Aunt!