It is my grandmother's birthday. She has been 100 years old (if you ask her) since I was old enough to ask and so I am pretty sure today she turns 126 or there abouts. Or 91ish in real life.
I was going to write a post about Biden and what I think his selection as Obama's VP means but instead I will post the birthday letter I wrote to me grandma. Because she rocks and is amazing and wonderful and I am honored to have known her, let alone loved and been loved by her.
oh, and for purposes of this letter you should know (if you don't already) that I am adopted.
Dear Mama Rita,
Daddy told me recently that when they first brought me home you didn’t think of me as your grandchild and said as much to daddy. He went on to say that he made it clear to you that if you couldn’t love me as much as you loved Michael then he wasn’t sure when you would see us again.
It made me cry. Not because I wondered how you could feel that way but because I know the ending of the story.
You quickly came around and you loved me. And as dad said, pretty soon he had to remind you that you had a grand son too, because you were so taken with me, and I with you.
The story surprised me only because I have never once doubted your love for me and I hope you can say the same for me.
Because I love you. And I have loved you always.
Happy Birthday Lady.
With Much Love from your granddaughter.
Take the time to honor those in your life with the words in your heart. She is old and won't be here much longer (I hope for her sake) so I am taking every opportunity I can to make sure she knows how much I love her.
Have a great Rita's 91st birthday day!
And don't worry, I will chime in on Biden tomorrow...