My family did something this weekend we’ve never done before.
We celebrated my Grandma’s 100th birthday. My dad’s entire extended family came from all over the country to celebrate his mom, my grandma.
When you tell people that your grandma is turning 100, they tend to delicately ask how her health is. Fortunately, she’s as spry as an 80 year old. She walked into the party on her own steam, and spent the entire evening visiting with people who came to see her.
We got to meet long-lost cousins, who last remembered me as a toddler. The kids played with cousins they knew, and cousins (first cousins twice removed?) they just met. It didn’t matter- they were all there to party. Everyone did take a little time out to get pictures with the birthday girl.
The photo on the top right of this collage is my Dad (tall guy in the back) and all of his cousins. My grandma was one of five, and this crew grew up together in the 50s and 60s. There was a great slide show from days gone by, that was really fun to watch.
We even managed to get our portion of the family together!
Technically, she doesn’t turn 100 until October 17th. But at this point, no one’s really counting. She’s earned the right to say she’s 100.