eighty-one

This is my grandma:


She is eighty-one years old, and very, very happy. She grew up on a farm in Ireland, and somehow ended up in Chicago, where she married a quiet Hungarian man and had six children. My grandma laughs at everything. She loves the BBC, Dr. Oz, and off-beat radio shows that she listens to at two in the morning.

There are a million stories I could tell you about my beautiful grandma, but the one thing I want you to know about her is this: my grandma is perfectly content. She is happy, no matter what her circumstances -- not because she lives a perfect life, but because she chooses happiness, regardless of what comes her way.

I want to be like my grandma when I grow up :)

full disclosure...

In an effort to bring a bit of honesty to the table...

This is how I would like to feel, 24/7...


But THIS is reality:


This is how my baby boy goes to sleep, every night around 10:30...


But THIS is what he looks like for the 2 hours before he crashes for the night:


And finally, this is what my dining room table looks like, thanks to taxes {yuck}:


Honesty is always the best policy :)