Here’s a picture of my grandma and me.
Isn’t she pretty? I call her Gma. The kids call her Great Gma.
Today is her 90th birthday.
Holy Shit, that’s old.
We are having a party for her, but it’s not until September 22.
Number 4 thought Great Gma would be upset that the party wasn’t on her actual birthday. She felt bad for Great Gma.
Number 3, on the other hand, wasn’t so concerned about her.
“Mom, if Great Gma dies before September 22nd, do we still get to have the party?”
Sigh.
Happy Birthday Gma 🙂
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You are both so pretty! No wonder those seven kids are so beautiful! I bet your husband is great looking too.You can write girl! I can call you girl, I am fifty eight and my three kids are all grown up. Ages eighteen to forty in April. Started early and finished late. Really enjoy your blog. Your sense of humor is so much fun! You are witty as hell and can turn around and use youir skilled writing in such a way that I can hear you telling the story and the inflections and tone in your voice. Particularly when you say your tongue in cheek sarcasms! Love it! Wish you were my neighbor. I would even babysit just to have you tell me your family stories! Precious and hysterically relatable to most of us. We would have a blast girl! Take care.