So. I have an aunt. Ernie. She’s my godmother and one of my best friends. She’s been there for me throughout my life. Shoot, she even coached my little league baseball team when I was 11. When we moved to Utah, she followed us out. Suffice to say, she’s very important to me.
Well.
Wednesday was her birthday. And, do to other peoples’ work schedules, she was going to spend it alone.
So I gave Whit a call and asked something like, “Hey. Wanna drive an hour away to take Ernie out for her birthday…Only to drive an hour back late in the evening when you have to leave real early the following morning?”
She agreed without hesitation. That means the world to me.
So we went. We had a blast. We ate ice cream cake. We came home late. She left early. But she came with me to Ernie’s anyway.
I love you, Sweetie.