Day 65 of 365... only 300 more to go!

Okay well I am still writing about my childhood. Today I wrote about one of the best Christmas gifts I ever received. On November 9th 1984 my aunt asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I told her that I wanted a bald headed baby boy (cabbage patch kid of course). The next day my mom died. But 6 weeks later there he was under the tree. Through all the mess and chaos, having lost her only sister she remembered my wish.

26 years later. Thank you my favorite Aunt!