Dancing Shoes.

Dear Gramma:

Last year, for your birthday, I gave you a taste of a polite yet firm lecture.  I demanded that you: take more time for yourself, tell people no, put yourself first, do more yoga, see your siblings...etc.

And you did!!

For 6 months, you grabbed onto the world.  You shopped with your daughters, got pedicures, went for lunches, took a few short trips, got your hair done and bought these fabulous shoes!!  Bravo!

 

But then, life threw us a little curve ball.
A bit of a hiccup, involving one of the very best parts of this family.  Immediately following that particular hiccup, several other hiccups occurred.  Too many.
In the years I have been a part of your family, I have seen you a little emotional at times.  Sweetly crying during prayers and family events.  Quietly taking the back seat to your husband and children... Except, on That Day you were a rock.  Steadfast.  Calm.  Collected.  I am sure you were scared and yet you remained strong, for your babies.
I was very proud, you were my family.

And now, here we are again...
Your Prince is renewed.
Your new home is nearly settled.
Your children are well.
And again... I wish for you happiness. 
I understand, you have difficult days ahead of you.  Please know, so many people appreciate your role as care-taker.  It may not have been a role you imagined for yourself but God certainly chose the right person to rise to the occasion.
Please also remember, many people appreciate Just You.  Your presence at lunch, at yoga, at holidays and short shopping trips.  Please schedule time for Just You. Take out your Dancing Shoes.
Happy Birthday, Gramma.
You are an amazing woman.

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