Bring On Lemons

I hardly feel qualified to reflect on my own life; I think that's something one does after age 70 or as they face a health crisis. Today, as a family, we attended the 94th birthday celebration for my husband's grandmother. She is a mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and great great grandmother and judging by her great big smile and twinkling eyes, she loves each and every one of these titles (as long as they come with a hug). After the party wound down, the children and I stopped at her house for some one on one chatter. This is my favorite time and she admitted hers too. As fun as a party is, the one on one conversations are the most meaningful. I left with my heart feeling a little larger than it had when I arrived, and I now have some new stories to share as we raise the next generation of our family. Grandma worked hard, milking cows, cooking, gardening, keeping house, raising a family...and there's some gene that she has that passed down to my husband and fath...