Today my grandmother celebrates her eighty-eighth birthday. She is one of my greatest sources of inspiration, a model of lifelong creativity and love. She is a master quilter, a talented gardener, and has tried countless times to impart her sewing / knitting / crocheting skills to my stubbornly dumb hands. She makes the best homemade biscuits I’ve ever tasted and can kick my tail at Scrabble. She still laughs until she cries.
It’s hard to put to words how thankful I am to have her in my life. I’ve learned so much from her patience, her passion, her faith. My heart is full.
Happy birthday, Grandma. I love you.