One of my favorite traditions in December occurs one week prior to Christmas and has little to do with the holiday. In fact it is a celebration of a different birth.  One that occurred 94 years ago in 1922.  It is the celebration of Sophie.  Sophie is mother of three, grandmother of six, great-grandmother of eight, the ultimate matriarch, and we all relish the annual opportunity to show her love.

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Cataloging all of my memories of this beauty is simply impossible as she has shared in so moments from the mundane to the extraordinary. I am challenged to think of a time or a place where she wasn’t by my side offering up frank advice with dash of spunk and spoonful of kindness or a soft, melt-a-way hug to make all right in my world.  For that, I consider myself a very lucky girl.

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Best girls.

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Smooches at my rehearsal dinner.

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Meeting the fourth generation, Eliza.

Grandma, my kindred spirit,

I have always believed you were the best Grandma.  Now, as a mother, I see your sacrifices and dedication in a different light and I know that it is true.  You are still glowing, even on dark days, the warmth of your love shining through.  Things aren’t the same as they once were.  I don’t call you from the bar when the Yankees win a play off game.  You can’t muster the energy to join me out for dinner.  No one to blame, but the sometimes brutal circle of life.  I can only imagine how hard it is getting older.  Losing your true love and dear friends a life time ago.  Though I see you on a weekly basis, I miss you.  I miss us, but I haven’t forgotten the example you set, lessons you taught me, and definitely not the love we share.  It’s always there.  Always.

Happy birthday, Grandma!

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