I was lucky enough to have all four of my grandparents alive until I was almost 20 years old. Unfortunately, three passed away in a very short time span thereafter (all within 1.5 years), but I still have one grandma remaining. She lives in Germany, but I always call her for our weekly chat. And every week without fail, we have the same conversation. Since she's pretty old school, she asks if I'm doing my job of cooking and cleaning the house well. I lie, and she proceeds to praise me. She tells me about all her friends she showed my wedding photos too, asking them if I'm not the prettiest bride there ever lived? They lie, and she proceeds to praise them. The conversation ends with her asking me if Ryan is still tall. Ryan's almost 6''2 and at the ripe old age of 26 nowhere near shrinking age yet, but I think my grandma is terrified I'll have short children. Being barely 5'1 myself (in the morning on a good day when I stand up really straight), I'm not offended at all. Really.
My grandma is the kindest person you'll ever meet. Whether it's for people or animals, the amount of love she has in that little body of hers never ceases to amaze me. When she flew out for my wedding last year, she spent hours massaging my dog with her arthritic hands every day. I bet she would have loved this dog that randomly wandered into our photo shoot.
Shop:
- Anthropologie top (bought on sale, gift from my mother-in-law. No longer available)
- Urban outfitters skirt (bought on sale, no longer available. Buy similar amazing version
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- Anthropologie shoes (bought on sale, no longer available)
