Today is my grandma's 83rd birthday or her 30,295th day on the earth, whichever way you want to look at it. I spent a lot of the day with her. One thing she said to me that has me thinking is that she doesn't feel 83. Age doesn't seem to enter her mind, she just knows she is alive. She doesn't feel a certain age, she just knows her age on an intellectual level(well, kinda, she was born some time in May of 1925, with the way that everything was done back then, your birthday was recorded when you got baptised, and my great-grandmother had 12 kids...so exact dates are questionable...). She has softened a lot in the past couple months. Her and I used to fight continuously, she'd curse me, I'd leave crying. Now, I don't get cursed, I just get love and friendly chatter. We talk about the past and anything that comes to mind. It's pretty amazing that we seem to have come full circle. We were inseperable when I was a kid, now I spend most days with her in her backyard. So, Happy Birthday Granny!