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