In some cases, ninety isn’t such a hard concept to grasp.
Ninety minutes, for instance, is an easy amount of time to waste watching Cake Boss: The Next Great Baker (trust me, I know), ninety sit-ups make a pretty easy work-out, and ninety songs will certainly keep you occupied during a decent road trip. But ninety years? Nine whole decades? I’ve only lived through two and even that sometimes seems like a lot.
Ninety years isn’t just an amount of time, it’s an accomplishment. Which is why I proudly brag about my Grammy, who turned 90 years old this past weekend. But the most amazing part isn’t just that she’s still living, it’s how full of life she still is. I mean, the woman is 90 and she’s learning how to use a Nook! Can she doze off within 30 seconds of sitting down in her armchair? Sure. But that doesn’t make her any less sharp or quick-witted when she’s awake.
This past Saturday, we threw a birthday party in her honor, and under the guise of a small family get together with all of her children and grandchildren, we got to surprise her with friends from all over. It was one of the coolest things to see how many people my Gram has reached in her time. She is one of the kindest, sweetest people I know, and I admire the things she’s done with her life. She has taught, earned her pilot’s license, been an artist, and raised a family. I can only hope that when I’m ninety, 1) I’m still kickin’, and 2) I’ll have as many dear friends who will travel from all over to come and celebrate life with me. Happy birthday, Gram! Here’s to ten more.
My cousin Dylan. Crazy child.
We found this old picture of my uncle Jack and he looks just like a Weasley twin. Amazing.