My grandma turned 75 last weekend.
Some of our family got together for lunch and lots of loud, obnoxious laughing. It’s just what we do. We also like to not have top lips, as evident from the picture of my grandma with my sister and I and then with her two daughters, my mom on the right and my aunt Rhonda on the left. It saves a lot of money in lipstick costs when you don’t have top lips.
Genetics are such a wonderful thing.
My grandma has four living children and a few unborn babies waiting for her in heaven. From those four children have come eleven grandkids and (so far) six great grandkids.
Lots of babies and lots of love.
As my grandma and I stood in the kitchen after lunch, she told me about how not once in all her seventy five years has she ever gone without, never been hungry, never been without the blessings of her God. She was one of twelve children and things were always tight, but there was always enough. Her father grew gardens full of food to feed fourteen mouths.
She has always been taken care of.
Here’s what I’m figuring out about life: I will always want. More of this and more of that. I live in a world that tells me it’s okay and good to want more of everything. But I don’t need anything more than I have right now. I have a place to live, food to feed my babies, and people that love me.
And that should be enough.
For my grandma, that is enough.
She told me once that she didn’t really start her relationship with God until she started having babies. It was then that she realized how much she needed him. I have never understood something so well as I understand this.
They say that with age comes wisdom. I pray that when I am 75, my children and grandchildren will gather around me and listen to my crazy stories and learn half as much as I’ve learned from my grandma because that would be enough.
That is what I want.
Happy birthday GG.