Gratitude #12 : My Aunt Dot

My Mom and Aunt Dorothy at Temple Square a couple years ago.

Unlike most people, I have been blessed to have the same person cut my hair my entire life. Sure, I wandered off the beaten path when I lived in the Great Northwest, Cedar City, and Salt Lake, but I have always done my best to stay true to the one that cuts my hair the best. She has stuck with me through perms, mullets, bleach jobs and dye jobs, never once stopping me from making those mistakes, but always willing to help me fix it after I messed it up.

Well, yesterday morning as I was getting ready for work I noticed that it was time for a haircut. I had good intentions to call my Aunt Dorothy and ask her to put me on the radar for a cut. But then, well work happened and I didn't get the chance. Then as I was driving home I called my mother and was asking her some other questions. I asked her what she was doing, she told me that she was with her sister (and in my humble opinion, her best friend) Dorothy. I popped up with: "Tell her I need a haircut". Apparently I was loud enough because I heard Dorothy in the background say: "What time will you be home? Can you come by tonight?" I was thrilled.

I pulled into town and went right to her shop to get my hair cut. When I walked in, she told me that she knew I needed a haircut because she saw me the other day and figured I would be asking soon. She knows me too well. So today for my gratitude, I am thankful for someone I love dearly, my Aunt Dorothy, the best hair stylist I know.