We traveled back to my hometown this weekend for a very special birthday party.
My grandmothers 90th.
I have many many many fond memories of being dropped off at my Rea's {there is a short but unusual story for the name we call her} for the weekend. She would cook my favorite food and she ALWAYS had dessert for us, which would ALWAYS have a dollop of cool whip on top.
I remember looking through all her treasures throughout her house, that she had collected from her travels around the world.
I would help her in the yard and play board games.
Tons of memories.
Getting ready to sing happy birthday.
The next series of pictures are the best. They totally capture her enthusiasm for life.
Oh what her 90 years have seen.
I love you Rea Rea.
