My grandmother

You are my mother's person

And my grandfather's person

You are two strong daughters and two strong grand daughters

You are everlasting friendships and true love

You are the first time I learned how to ride a bike, after I got mad at my sister for learning first and ran over her toe

You are scraped knees

You are the ready setty go park

You are painting on the patio and portraits

You are kindness and love

You are Christmas cookie recipes and anniversary parties

You are beautiful flowers and clean sheets

You are perfectly done nails and hair with hints of golden honey

You are pop pop singing throughout the house

You are lovely white roses and the irritated look I give crows

You are hospitality and pride

You are put together outfits and light pink lipstick

You are "eat everything on your plate and then you can have all the ice cream you want"

You are fighting the unbeatable fight

You are the idea that everyone is deserving of love, while also being able to recognize when to be careful

You are rope swings and monkey bars

You are honesty and hope

You are someone we are thankful for on thanksgiving and someone we miss on Christmas

You are my favorite grandmother

You are museums

You are people watching and being content just doing nothing

You are part of an unwavering love that swept you off your feet when you were young

You are my mother's mother

But most of all, you are bunny; my grandmother

Oh and when my other grandparents end up meeting you up there, don't brag too much, only enough that you get to smile