My Grandma B is one of my favorite people on the planet
It has always been that way.

One of my very earliest memories is one of love for my Grandma.  

(That’s it…that’s the whole memory.  I was very very young and just remember thinking to myself: Wow. I LOVE my Grandma.)

As a child, I would change the lyrics to the Cabbage Patch Kid songs to incorporate shout-outs to Grandma.  One particularly clever lyric: “A Magic place down south called Babyland Grandma’s House”
(It was clever, you see,  because she did live about 30 minutes south of us and spending time with her was totally magical.)

Grandma B’s number was the second phone number I memorized
(and still one of the few I know by heart).  
Gma and my mom would talk on the phone everyday - I always stuck close while they chatted, just so I could be part of their conversation.
Sometimes I would pick up the phone to dial her on my own.

I remember never minding my parents going out of town, because staying with Grandma felt like a vacation of my own.

I remember playing for hours in their driveway while she sat on their porch swing keeping us company.

And I remember how generous she always has been.  
If we ever found a treasure while hunting though her house - she would insist we take it home with us (one time she literally offered to give me the shoes on her feet!)

Growing up, I spent a lot of time with my mom and Grandma.  
Still do, actually.  
Grandma was always there…
school plays, primping for high school dances, weekends at the lake and afternoon trips to Marshalls.  

When Hazel was born last year - my great grandma became a Great-Grandma and it has been pure JOY watching my daughter fall in love with one of the most important people in my life.  Pure Joy.

Happy Birthday to my Grandma B.

I love you with all my heart.