During my brief hiatus from blogging, my Grandma Rise turned 92 years old. Her birthday party at the nursing home was especially nice because Grandma had recently spent some time in the hospital after a health scare that fortunately turned out to only be a scare, and nothing serious.
Grandma’s party was also special for her because my Dad got two of her younger sisters to attend. The smile on her face was a gift for the rest of us. And, best of all, she still has her sense of humor, as she tried to convince her great-grandchildren to switch the candles to reflect her age as 29, instead of 92.
|Grandma Rise, her sister Pita, and the Gallegos great-grandkids|