two points short.

the other night

someone asked grandma 

what her life story would be rated.

she responded with a proud,

"XXXXX!!!"

she said she thought the x's meant stars.

yeah....right...

hey gram.

one of my favorite people in the entire universe had a birthday today.

 {It was this little lady.}

I love her a lot and I'm going to tell you why {in some form or another}.  WARNING!  You will most likely get jealous at how awesome my grandma is compared to yours.  Sorry...that's just the way the cookie crumbles.

Granma, G-Ma, G-Unit, Pretty Lady, Speed Devil:

Thanks.  I don't think I tell you that enough.  I am really, really grateful to have you in my life.  Thanks for not giving up.  I hope you know that your undying faith strengthens me when things are going rough.  Thanks for teasing us.  Thanks for always pinching whoever is closest to you when they deserve it.  Thanks for making those homemade napkins all those years ago.  Thanks for not being able to eat the little seeds in raspberries so Daddy strayed from his norm fruit-filled birthday cake.  {Yours has by far been the best...ever}.  Thanks for listening to me.  Thanks for your sound advice.  Thanks for believing in me.  I hope to be like you when I grow up.  A strong woman.  A woman who knows what she wants.  A woman who doesn't take crap from anyone.  A faithful woman.  A truly wonderful woman.

I love you grandma.

so so much. 

happy birthday pretty lady.

g-unit

Martha Tess Porter has many names in my household.  Among them are: Grandma, G-Ma, G-Unit, Gram, Marth, and sometimes Ashley refers to her as a "cracka" when she says, "us cracka's got to stick together!"
This incredible woman is my grandmother. 
I came home today as a surprise to my family.  Nobody knew.  She came out of her room to tell my dad that he should bring the trash cans in because tonight was going to be especially windy {50-60 mph believe it or not!}.  I told her I would tell him and she kind of did a double take.  As she asked me what I was doing home, we hugged.  That was probably one of the best hugs I've ever received from my granma.  I felt like she was genuinely happy to see me.  I could feel her love for me and knew that she missed me. 
My grandma is one of the most incredible people I know.  She has done everything.  Been a reporter, worked for the F.B.I.  You name it, she's done it.  I wish I could have her drive for life. 
One day a few weeks ago I decided to call her.  We talked for a bit about school and work, and the latest book she was reading, then we started talking fashion.  She told me she wanted to go buy jeans but they were "all so ugly!"  She started talking about the fashions she was watching on TV.  I asked her what channel she was wacthing and tuned in on the same one.  We probably spent about 7 minutes talking about what we liked or didn't like about each outfit that came on.  :)
I love it when we just talk.  I know I can always knock on her door when I'm home and sit in her room for an hour at a time and we can just talk.  I'm so grateful for the relationship I have developed with her.  She is such an inspiration.  Grandma has been through so much it almost doesn't seem fair, but she has come out stronger because of it. 
Golly I love that woman.  I hope I can grow up to be half the woman she is.