She wasn’t very tall. And had she not worn her very long hair in a very high bun, she would have been even shorter.
But no matter. Her lack of physical stature certainly did not diminish her larger-than-life personality. In fact, she was the perfect height for a grandmother.
She was delighted when her grandchildren surpassed her and was eagerly anticipating the day when the next generation would grow past her as well.
“The Boy” (as she called Beernut) is now five feet, three-quarters of an inch. You’d be thrilled, Grandma.