My Aunt Ellen is my mom’s sister.  I can’t even remember if she is older or youger than my mom was, but I’m thinking younger because her only son was only 2 years old when I was in the fifth grade.

When she got married to her second husband, I was able to attend the wedding.  Another Aunt and the youngest sibling to Aunt Ellen and my mom was an attendant, so I was in charge of taking care of my first cousin, who was a baby at the time.  I was very happy to be a part of her celebration of marriage.

For some reason, she was on my mind on Sunday night, and I photographed the afghan she gave me that weekend of her wedding.  She didn’t make it, but had a couple of them made for my older sister and myself.  Come to find out, it was a God moment – because it was Aunt Ellen’s birthday, too!

I still have that beautiful afghan and use it on my bed most nights.  And I remember the love that was put into making the afghan and the love for which it was gifted to me.