I miss you, Grandma!

Today, I wish I could talk to my Grandma. A friend of mine from work used to be the vice-principal at Davis High, and was kind enough to share her yearbook picture with me. This is probably from about 1981. This is how I remember her.

If I could pick up the phone and talk to her, (and I still remember her number), I know she would offer her support and express her love. I would tell her how we are trying to be patient for a birthmother to pick us, and how my heart aches sometimes. She knows quite a bit about patience and heart ache.

Even though she passed away when I was 15, I feel like she has walked with me every step of the way throughout my 34 years.

I love you, Grandma