On Saturday, my sweet grandmother (Maw-Maw) turned 86 years old. Today, I turn 27. Our birthdays are two days apart, and each year I feel like we take a small leap together. She's inching closer to 90, while I'm inching closer to 30. While you'd think that my view of Maw would one of an old lady, it's definitely not. If anything, she's as young as they come. She lives by herself, does all of her housework, cooks, and functions fine. Not to mention, she still walks and talks with ease. Don't get me wrong, she struggles with arthritis and has many aches and pains, but my Maw is a hoss. :)
I spoke with her on her birthday, and she asked me if I was ready for mine. I told her that I was just exhausted from Christmas and New Years and was really not that excited. Plus, I'm inching my way to the end of my twenties...and I told her that I don't know why it's so bothersome. I honestly think that turning 33 will be easier than turning 27, 28, 29, and 30. And as ridiculous as I think my whining sounded, she agreed with me. She said she can remember these days and says it will get easier.
It's silly, small things like this that make me love this woman so much. She could have easily told me to zip it, but she didn't. :) On this 27th birthday, I feel very undeserving of the life that I'm living. I'm beyond blessed and abundantly thankful. Lord, thank you for my life.
Maw and me, Thanksgiving 2012