Today is my amazing grandmother’s 88th birthday. My grandma is one of my favorite people in the universe, and I’m so grateful for every moment I get to spend with her. So many of my childhood memories involve my grandma, and I’ve always felt like she was the person I was most similar to. I have so much admiration for her – no matter what comes her way she handles it with grace.
Last month when I was in North Carolina visiting, I sat down and listened to her tell all her stories again. Stories I’ve heard probably hundreds of times – of growing up in West Virginia during the Depression, agreeing to marry my grandfather after only three dates (they’ve been married 65 years!), that time I went grocery shopping with her when I was a toddler and I screamed – “BOLOGNA BOLOGNA!” at the top of my lungs until she gave me some. I love her stories.
(LEFT: Mom, mom’s sister – Becky, grandma & grandpa in the early 60s. RIGHT: Me & my grandparents. Nice hair 2 year old Katie. I was a weird looking kid.)
My grandma is one awesome lady, and I want to be just like her when I grow up. I love you, Granny! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!
(LEFT: My grandma & I last month RIGHT: Portrait of my grandparents I took last month when I was down visiting.)