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To My FavoriteOctogenarian

This weekend I will have the honour of celebrating the 80th birthday of one of the kindest, most understanding, most lovely-laugh octogenarians I know.

I'm quite proud to be able to say my Grandmother N, full of all her facilities, turned 80 today.

That's such a big number. And yet, she still doesn't seem that OLD to me. I saw her just a couple of months ago and it was like when I used to visit her as a small child, being spoiled by celery and cheese whiz, staying up late and of course, a chance to watch Three's Company.

Happy Birthday Grandma - I'm very proud to be your granddaughter and can't wait to give you a hug and big sloppy kiss when I see you tomorrow.
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kim joo mee said…
80 huh? Amazing! My granny just celebrated 90 this past December and it was about the time I returned from Korea that I realized she wasn't the same as when I was a child. It was a strange realization - similar to when you realize your parents are only human.

Anyway, I miss you and CAN NOT WAIT to see you!!
xx
9:36 p.m.
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