My grandma will turn 90 this weekend. Isn't she pretty?
This is her holding me as an infant.
(That's Marianne in yellow. I am sure her expression belies how thrilled she must have been to have a younger sister enter the scene....)
I love that I have this picture because my grandma has been there from the start. She was there for everything important that happened to me when I was growing up. If I could be the kind of grandma she is, I would consider myself a success. When she came to visit she seemed to bring magic with her. Everything was more fun when she came (and she also brought mini candy bars and black cherry soda which contributed to the whole party atmosphere).
Some of my happiest memories are when my sisters and I would stay at her house for a week every summer. We went shopping and to the zoo and to Lagoon and to movies. We tried our best to keep up with her.
My grandma has always been more than just entertainment though. I will never forget when I went to the temple for the first time and she was there. I was nervous and didn't know what to expect and she calmed my nerves and told me how wonderful it was.
I believed her, maybe because she spent 15 years volunteering as a temple worker. Her actions spoke volumes.
My grandma has always made me feel special. She epitomizes unconditional love. She has always been generous and loving and kind. She has comforted me when I was sad or scared. She's given me an example to endeavor to follow. (Something tells me it will be like when she tried to teach me to roller skate--I wasn't in her league.)
I love that I share her name (she used to introduce me as "my little namesake" to her friends). I love that we both are particular about how our Christmas trees are decorated. I love that I can visit her and my children know and love her too.
I love that she's my grandma. What a blessing she has always been in my life! I'm glad we're linked forever.