Happy 92nd Birthday, Gramma!

Tuesday would have been my Gramma's 92nd birthday, had she not passed away last summer. I think of my Gramma everyday, and am usually okay with that, but for some reason, every time I thought of her on her birthday, I couldn't help but cry. I still can't believe she's gone. I wish she could be back in her 70s again and come over every day this summer to play with the boys (and me).