You know, I really do love my aunt. She’s been like a best friend to me most of my life and especially so in my adult life.
She’s supremely goofy, willing to say or do stuff that most of us wouldn’t, just to make people laugh. I fancy myself like that but am not that fearless.
This was her at last night’s festivities, modeling Peter’s “Prep and Landing” hat. I’m glad she came and hung out with us.
I enjoy spending time with her because (as I’ve said) she’s enough like my mom that I feel the same loving energy but not so much like her that I want to run around and stab people. (Love you, Mom!)
My only wish is that she didn’t live so far away (2 hours one way from here) because I’d visit her more often. (She’s worth the drive, though.)