Love Letter to my Nanny
I am not new to this world, and I understand the circle of life. Despite these two facts, I will never be ready to accept the inevitable changes that come with life moving forward. I love her. She is 92, and I feel like I have loved her enough for 92 years, even though I only have 32 years of experience in loving her with my best. For the past four days, I have spent every moment with her recognizing how lucky I am to have my grandmother. I have spent each moment soaking up every little piece of her. I have watched her eyes light up as Austen runs into the room for the eighth time, leaping into her Granddaughter's loving arms. I have watched her welcome the basketball that my Ava has passed to her for the 10th time, each time with the excitement as though it were only the first time. I have watched her 92 year old arms scoop up my daughter when she said, "uppy," because that's what you're supposed to do, even if you are 92. I have watched her face fill ...