The highlight of our trip was my grandma's 90th birthday party. She loves to be the center of attention and I have to say that she looked more beautiful than I have ever seen her. When she walked into the room I didn't have my camera, but I assumed that someone else would take a shot of her grand entrance, but alas no picture is available except for the one above. I am kicking myself for not grabbing my camera!
All of our family was gathered in one room, including my grandma's sister from Guatemala. They laughed and talked all night long and it was so sweet to see their closeness and happiness with each other in spite of the fact that they have lived in two separate countries for all of their adult lives.
I call my grandma "Grandma Lita". "Lita" is a term of affection in Latin countries indicating that someone is special. My grandma deserves this name.
My childhood memories are filled with her and the times we shared together. Driving around town in her little blue Datsun, we visited the fabric store (she is to blame for my crafty fabric love!), the mall and K-mart. She likes to shop. She taught me never to pay full-price and to be confident when making exchanges and returns because persistence will always get you what you want.
I love cream cheese and when I was a kid she always had a small package of it in her refrigerator for me, which she let me eat with a spoon. I am not sure that my parents approved of this or not. Grilled cheese sandwiches were always served with mayonnaise, lettuce and tomato, and birthday cakes always had raspberry or lemon filling, depending on the birthday person's tastes. The small touches make life special.
Holidays were always special with decorations and carefully selected gifts. My favorite gift of all time, a typewriter, was presented by her. She always believed in her grandkids and their dreams.
When I was 14 and beginning to show signs of teenage-rebellion, I brought one of my records to her house so that she could take a listen. After hearing the first few songs of AC/DC's Back In Black, she simply smiled and said, "This sounds nice". I am pretty sure her eyes told a different story. People were always more important than their actions or their appearance.
As a mother, my grandma is with me daily in my desire to place my family first, to make them my priority. She is my example. Money was never abundant for her, but time was always given liberally. Sharing her life and her heart are among her many talents.
In spite of the fact that life has been hard for her, she doesn't waste too much time fretting over it, a smile can make a day seem so much better than it really is.
I absolutely adore my grandma. My Grandma Lita.
Ninety years old and still going strong. In January she is planning on visiting Guatemala to celebrate her older sister's 100th birthday. We have some longevity in our family and I am blessed that my grandma taught me to live my years well. Minutes are not meant to be wasted.
***My dad and my grandma: