As luck would have it, despite the chaos of a cross-state move since last year, it turned up just last week in a box I wasn't even aware had photos in it. It turned up alongside a couple of others of my Grams and I, too, that mean a lot to me as well. So, in honor of her 87th birthday today, I wanted to share them.
// Easter morning, 2002, in our silk pjs. //
// October 2002, just before going to the my sophomore homecoming dance with Danny. //
...And this. This is the photo I had wanted so badly to find last year and share. It just instantly floods me with memories of how my grandmother used to be. How lively, how smart, how funny... I miss it.
I love you Grams. Happy birthday.