This is one of my Grandma's paintings. It has her signature and the date April 1963 on the back. I wasn't even born yet! It's a simple painting. She did some elaborate ones too. This was one of my favorites as a child. She has been gone for a while now. I miss her terribly. My Grandfather let me have this one. Today was her birthday.
She was my biggest fan. I could do no wrong according to her. She encouraged me in everything and believed in me more than anyone in this world. She told me stories every single night when I little. She would tell them to me over and over, no matter how tired she was. She could make bananas float in jello and always had gum and pen and paper in her purse during church. If someone loved me, she loved them. She made the best birthday cakes. They were always from scratch and were decorated like crazy. I loved to hear her sing. She made me more dresses than I can remember. I still have a few in my memory boxes.
I got from her, my love of yellow roses, my interest in photography, my dyed blond hair, the need to own hundreds of pairs of shoes, the thrill of seeing the look in my kids eyes when they see their birthday cakes I stayed up all night to create, my ability to pray, my patience and my obsession with lotion!! Happy Birthday Grandma, I love you.
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