She has been there since my birth...
So many of my childhood memories surround her. And today she turns 80 years old.
I could never do wrong in her eyes. Right or wrong- that was the way it was. I have been told that my whole life, and maybe that is part of what has given me such a special love for this women.
Grandma's house was a place I always wanted to be.
(yes, that is me with the Princess Lea braided buns.!)
I remember the smell of fresh baked wheat bread.
The feel of that green shag carpet.
The smell of her as we sat together on the couch to read books. The box of books, she loved to read to us. Storytime would last as long as we were interested. The books never ended. When the box was read through, the hall closet magically brought forth more books.
The freedom I felt exploring their backyard- and the field that lived beyond them. It was a place full of discoveries waiting to unfold. Horses, roosters, chickens, and even for a time, our two found rabbits. The mangled dangers -but sweet rewards- of the rasberry bushes...the hidden tunnels the grapevine created as they grew against the side cinderblock wall, and the forest of make-believe where we would play house in the dense coverings of the pine trees and shrubs.
The smell of the sheets in the fairest room of all- the blue room. In that room held the dresser full of "stuff". I remember sitting for hours going throught the drawers of primnary activites, picture books, coloring pages, felt stories boards- all collected from years of my grandmother's primary service.
The endless trinkets and the magical top drawer of Grandmas dresser- full of the finest and most beautiful costume jewelry a little girl's eyes could behold. We were queens, my sister and I, (even sometimes my brother!) as we stood in front of her bedroom mirror, and adorned ourselves with her sacred earrings, necklaces, rings, and brooches.
She was has been there for all my earthly milestones. My birth, my blessing. My baptism.

Birthdays. Neighborhood boy crushes...

My wedding.
And now she is here to read stories to my children, and I see how they too, now, can do no wrong in her eyes.

And I love it.
Happy Birthday Grandma.