“You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.” ~Paulo Coelho
87 years ago today, something pretty significant for my life happened. My grandma was born in Waco, Texas to Sam Pinto, a recently immigrated Italian man who had brought his wife and son from Sicily to New Orleans. My grandma is the youngest of 9 sisters and 1 brother. She was also the last child born to my great grandmother, Paula, whose maiden name was Moreno. Her mother died when she was 3. I really enjoy listening to my grandma's stories about her youth. It reminds me that she and I are not really all that different. The only thing truly different is our stage of maturity. Not much else.
My uncle sent my grandma these flowers, and we bought her some gardening supplies. She loves to garden. Happy Birthday Grandma!
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