December 2011
4 posts
Eighty-one.
Today is my granddaddy’s 81st birthday and it’s no secret how much he means to me. I love him more than I can say. He’s one of those rare people who aren’t just happy for you, or sad for you—but instead, with you. People often comment to me on my close relationship with my grandparents. I wish everyone had a grandmother and a granddaddy like me. I really do.
Thank...
Excuse me, I'm having a moment
If you know me, you know that I’m a strange combination of tender-hearted and feisty. I’ll cry at a stinking Google Chrome commercial (you know, the one where the dad is writing to his little girl—oh.my.gosh), but I’ll also call you out if try to cut my 4’6” mother in line at the grocery store or stare at her too long (grown, middle-aged women—you are the...
