a very special day

on july 29th, 1912, my grandmother was born.

she was an amazing woman. strong, patient, religious, generous, stern when she needed to be, but so funny, too. she and i joked a lot, i loved to get her laughing. "ah, yer kiddin," she'd say with a flip of her hand when i'd tease her. then she'd laugh from the tips of her toes.

it's been a year since she's been gone and i still miss her a lot. i hope she knows how special she was to me.

happy birthday, gram.