Happy Birthday, Grandma

It's my grandmother's birthday. Not the one who had the birthday in October - the OTHER grandma, you silly but loyal reader. I started to write about how my grandmother was one of my best friends while I was growing up, listening to (and keeping!) my secrets, even up through Jr. High, how her house was my favorite place to stay over, how she was the first one to babysit me and the first person I left Eddie with when we brought him home, but it started to sound like a eulogy and believe me, there's plenty of life left in this particular 76-year-old. I get my outspoken-ness, my love of games and my voracious reading habit from her, and probably my night-owl biology and love of pasta. Thursday, she's going to Gymboree with Eddie and me, and I won't be surprised if I have to help her down the slide, too. Happy Birthday, Grandma - much love and a million blessings.