I Miss You Grandma

Tomorrow (May 3) would have been my Grandma Arnold's 90th birthday. I miss her a lot and so does everybody else. She has been gone since 1987. She was the perfect grandma, and is one of the many reasons my childhood was absolutely wonderful. I have a lot of her traits too, of which the most apparent is our shared ability to worry and obsess about the smallest thing. That is why my mom calls me Marian sometimes. (My other grandma was also a Marian, and I twitch my foot like her.) I know my mom will be thinking about her mom tomorrow too. I wish she could have met Todd and Ryan, but Ryan's dramatic delivery and my postpartum depression hospitalization probably would have done her in from worry.