This is the woman who is the source of my Flintstone feet, my craftiness, my perfectionist streak, my laugh, and probably countless other things that would take pages to write about. She passed her traits to my mom, who gave them to me. We are crazy alike.Grandma has always helped me out with anything I need help with. Whether it's raiding her fabric stash, giving me my first sewing lesson in third grade, or helping me find embarrassing pictures of my mom for her big birthday party. She also laughs at me when my mom just rolls her eyes which I love. It's always nice to be thought of as amusing.
Happy birthday Grandma! I love you (and don't kill me for putting up a picture of you!).
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