Today is my aunt’s birthday!  Happy Birthday aunt D****!  It’s something of a joke in our family that I’m actually, secretly her child.  Mostly it’s because we look a lot alike, and that bit was helped along when both my mother and older sister saw me across a room and thought D**** had showed up to the event.

My favorite memory of D**** is something of a toss up.  I love the memories of her teaching me knitting, and the look she gave me when I demonstrated my *cough* unorthodox method of purling.  The best, though, is the one where she attempted to wash a birthmark off my toe, convinced it was hot cocoa I had spilled on myself.  In her defense, I really had spilt cocoa on my foot.  She thought I had missed a spot.  Love you D****!