Today she turns 78 years old. But she is not old. In fact, she is one of the youngest "old" people I know. She walks anywhere between 2 and 5 miles a day on our dead end road. And by "walks" I mean I-have-to-run-to-keep-up-with-her-type-of-walk.
She used to be a nurse. I remember playing nurse at her house and she would fold the hat thingys (for lack of a better word) for me and my cousin. I thought that was pretty much the coolest thing ever.
In 1956 she married my Grandpa. Theirs is an amazing example of what marriage should look like.
She is incredibly hardworking. I don't think she even knows what the word "rest" means. If she isn't working inside, then she is working outside. I think she thrives on being busy.
She loves her kids and grandkids, and they adore her.
I could literally go on for hours telling stories from my childhood and telling you how amazing and strong she is, but I don't have time. So instead, I will just say this. Thank you, Grandma, for being such a wonderful role model for me and so many others. Thank you for being you. Thanks for being my grandma. Thank you for helping to give me a wonderful childhood. And thanks for putting up with Grandpa and showing all of us kids what marriage should look like.
You are my hero.
Happy Birthday, Grandma. I love you!
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