Twelve hundred miles away, my Iowa family is gearing up for the party of the century.
Make that the almost-century.
Ninety years ago today, my amazing grandmother came into the world, and I can’t think of a better reason—or a more wonderful woman–to celebrate.
There will be cupcakes, for sure, and there are rumors that Al’s agreed to bake a batch or two of her favorite biscuits. More importantly, however, there will be family. Lots of it. From California, Colorado, and all around Iowa, my mom, Al, aunts, uncles, and cousins have come together to pay tribute to Grandma T and her phenomenal milestone.
And those of us who couldn’t make it are thinking of Grandma, too.
About her wicked sense of humor, can-do attitude, and belief that anything worth doing is worth doing well.
About the lessons we’ve learned just watching and listening to her: Be generous. Be kind. There’s always enough to go around.
About her fried chicken. And French toast. And chocolate chip banana bread. Because, in addition to being a truly remarkable matriarch, Grandma is a totally awesome cook.
And, of course, about the way that she’s managed to love each and every one of us–and our friends, significant others, and children– so completely in spite of our stuggles and shortcomings.
So Grandma, if you happen to be reading this? Know that you, too, are loved beyond measure. You have made all of this– our opportunities, and our successes, and our very futures– possible, and we are so grateful.
And, if you’d like to send a cupcake or bite of biscuit my way, it wouldn’t hurt my feelings. There’s enough to go around, right? 🙂