My Mamaw was born.
I’m so glad that she was. Without her birth, my father wouldn’t have arrived, nor would’ve I, and for that, I am grateful.
I had a wonderful time seeing her this weekend. I had a wonderful time laughing with her and hearing my father tell me that I got my stubborness from her.
Happy Birthday, Mamaw.
Even you are older than dirt, scotch tape, Mickey Mouse and the Macy’s Day Parade, I still love you!
Until next time…
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aren’t grandma’s the best? i miss mine so very much. there’s just something about them that no one else can replace. i am so glad you got to spend the weekend celebrating her 90th bday – that is amazing!
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