93 years ago today my grandma was born. Oh how I wish I could celebrate with her! We would go out to eat, probably to Olive Garden. She would order her favorite chicken fettucine dish. We would split dessert, talk about old times, share dreams of the future, stop in at Lowes to check out the garden section and she would manage to work a prayer in to our conversation somehow. When the weather was good we would walk around her yard to evaluate her gardens and discuss plans for new plants. She loved watching things grow.

In honor of my grandma, I took a stroll through my yard on this spring like day. I noticed tulips pushing through the dirt.Trees starting to bud. Daffodils about to burst and show off their beautiful colors. This makes me HAPPY! It’s as if they are joining me in celebrating the birth of this wonderful woman I called grandma.

She went home almost 6 years ago, but today is still her day. Today, I am thankful for the many years I got to spend with her.Today, I celebrate her. Today, is a reminder that her strength and love lives on. Today, I choose joyful memories over sadness of loss. Today and all other days of the year I will enjoy the things that remind me of her, even when it’s as simple as a blooming daffodil.