My Grandma is 96 today—she was born in 1918.
I can’t even wrap my mind around her 96 years of living and all that she has seen—the legacy that she has led.
She's lived through a world war, the 1950s and 60s and the technology of today. She taught in a one-room school house in a tiny town in Nebraska and raised six kids on a farm before they moved out to California in the 1960s.
Her faith, her deep love for family and her intelligence is something I hope is present in me.
My dad mentioned a few months ago that I should fly to California to see her, and I made the decision that it would be worth the quick trip. What was just a few of us turned into a gathering of over 15—a mini family reunion filled with loads of food and laughter and balmy 72 degrees.
When we gathered around my Grandma to blow out candles, someone asked her what she wished for. She paused for a moment and said, “I just wish this day could last forever.”
I love my friends and the connections I have in Washington—we’ve created an extended family of friends and neighbors—but there’s something about family, people who look like you and share similar characteristics and the same strong Grandma.