My Grandma was always the cool grandma. The one who notoriously hosed my fourth grade class down when the asphalt was just too hot. The one who dances on tables. The one who encourages pajama days—and pajamas worn out to restaurants. The one who treats my best friend as if she was one of her own grandchildren. And the one who has helped watch over me for twenty five years. May she never lose the intense love of life that she has been given!
We celebrated her seventieth birthday on Thursday. Starting the night out at Ooka Japanese restaurant with a hibachi made dinner and ended the night with Casey’s cupcakes at the holiday light show at the Mission Inn. Along the way, I caught some photos that one may consider capable of counting as blackmail, but this is just my grandma, and I am glad I caught her in her goofiness to make us all smile!
Catching food from the chef… I guess after 40 years, my grandpa isn’t fazed by her antics. Actually, that’s not true, I think he must have been concentrating knowing he was next!
My grandma really wanted to go to the Mission Inn to see the holiday light show, but also to have a cupcake at Casey’s Cupcakes. She got really excited about it…
But I will end with a normal photo, three generations of women, and two lovely women I look up to!