I've booked the flight for the bearded eye-roller and I to go visit my grandmother next month. I wish the boys (::ahem:: the men that I birthed) could come with us, but it's a little pricey to do that every year- and this was rather last minute.

That's the yucky thing about such a long wait (umm, 45 years!) before finally meeting her- so much to catch up on and so little time. She's 94, for Pete's sake. Still kickin', though. I sure hope I inherited those genes.

I have her sweet picture up on my desk at work, along with pictures of the rest of my family. It's a nice to take a break, to look at this little corner of love and remind myself of how blessed I am. My boss came by the other day and asked me if she was my "Nana". It was awfully cool to say yes and then tell the story of how we met. Not many people have a story like that to tell, eh?

It's hard to believe that we only met for the first time two short years ago. I feel as if I've known her all my life now and our conversations always flow easily. We just talk about what's been going on since the last time we talked. I think we've pretty much caught up on each others' lives by now. The important stuff, anyway.

Boy does she have a few surprises coming her way. Lessee... I've gone from a size 14 to a size 8 since I've seen her and my hair is a WAY different color. Think she'll recognize me?