When I was in college, and busy being a strong-willed girl (that's a nice way to describe me) she was my listening ear.
I spent many nights at her house, a girl with no clue just trying to figure out who I was. And she let me be me.
When I met Scott, and just days later, we knew we wanted to get married, she was a fan of "us".
When she got divorced, and moved to Birmingham, she became my running buddy. I was all grown up :)
I'll never forget her words as I rounded the corner at the finish of my first 5k. She had run with me step for step and she said "finish strong!!!" And I did.
She believed in me, when I doubted myself.
Then when she met her "cowboy", I became a fan of "them".
I'm so thankful for my mom's twin sister. She gets me. She's always been the "mom" that didn't nag me :)
And because she had only boys, (funny how I'm drawn to her) somehow I knew I was a daughter she never had.
Tonight, she married her knight in shining armor, and I couldn't be any happier for her than I was tonight.
God is so good!