Today my grandma, my boys’ only living great-grandparent, turns ninety. From building domino castles and hand-churning ice cream to her official turkey stuffing recipe (which bids the reader to “find a cat” to deal with the liver), this woman is legend. She tromped all around tarnation with us collecting leaves and flowers to press and watching birds. Many of the sunniest childhood memories I have, the things I most want my own kids to experience, were because of her.
I love you, Gram. Thanks.