My Aunt Kate (aka “Auntie Kathy”) stopped by for a visit yesterday. I didn’t take a picture, but this is what she looked like a few years ago. She is holding me. I didn’t crop the picture so you could enjoy that warm seventies feeling. You have to be my age or older to appreciate that warm glow that is associated with cash registers which weren’t computerized, shag carpet, and everything enrobed in earth tones. I’m not mocking. I truly, truly, love that warmth.
Kate and Mike came down for the funeral of her mission president who lived in Gilbert. They took several hours to drive way down to our place. It was a good visit and I was able to get all the news. Kate and Mike are about to become grandparents, which feels a little surreal since it doesn’t seem that long ago that we were neighbors and we’d get together to watch our babies play.
I love my aunt Kate. Someday I will post some crazy pictures of us from the 80’s. We have had some good times. I smile when I think of the adventure of her car overheating in San Francisco as we drove down Lombard Street or when we drove around all summer singing Kokomo at the top of our voices.
She’s still very fun and so nice to take the time to come and see us. Next time you come, Kate: Sonoran Hot Dogs are on the menu!