Gigi, or really GG (short for Great-Grandma)

For her bedtime story last night, my 2 1/2 year-old daughter chose a photo album with some older pictures of her cousins as babies, me pregnant with my son (now 7), and family at an annual barbeque. She came to a picture of my grandmother, who died long before Serena was born and she caught her breath and said, "Who's that? I know her!"

"That's your Grandma Gigi," I said (we've seen pictures and talked about her before but not all that recently).

"Oh, Grandma Gigi!! I love her! And she's mine...."

and then, "I wish I could jump into this photo album and be with her right there and see her."

"Oh, me too, Serena, wouldn't that be so neat to be able to do?", I said.

And my grandma would have loved this child. My grandma with her pocketbooks, and fingernails, and heels, and dressy outfits even on the 4th of July. She would have loved this spunky, chatty, full of joy and life, GIRLY girl. I know she heard Serena at bedtime the other night.

Miss you Gram.