Happy Valentines Day to all the grandmothers in our community!❤️

15 years ago I was driving my son home from work when he turns to me and says – I have to tell you something, he smiles, pauses, turns and pats me on my back, and says – Mom, you are going to be a grandmother!!

Looking back on that moment in time, I can tell you, it was shock and excitement all rolled up into one. A grandmother, really, wow, I wasn’t ready, for that, what did this mean, I was still so young in my opinion.

But how quickly I moved into the role and embraced my firstborn son and my daughter-in-law in the excitement of their firstborn.

One thing I made them promise was that I wanted my grandchildren to call me by a special name, and the name I chose to be called was ‘Nana’. I just loved the sound of it, and I bragged about it everywhere. And soon everyone was calling me a modern grandmother – and thus the name of this website was born… And 15 years ago this year my first grandchild was born. A girl.

I learned what true love was when my son laid her in my arms.

There is nothing like the feeling of being a grandmother – you know that saying – “when the child you love has a child you love with all that is within you, only then will you know just how grand being a grandparent truly is.”

Happy Valentines Day to You!

Cannelloni. My Grandmothers Love Language.

I thought the "I love you" my grandmother gave me on Valentine's Day, prompted by our long pandemic separation, would be a one-time event. I was wrong. I call my grandmother all the time to talk about recipes.

She tells me she loves me nearly every time we speak.

READ JESSICA’S STORE HERE

And They Lived Happily Ever After

I love this story. After all, I am a hopeless romantic.

Last week, I invited my grandmother (GG) over for dinner to celebrate her 93rd birthday. That's right, at 39 years old, I have a 93-year-old grandmother, and she still drives. She also teaches water aerobics, plays mahjong, can kick my butt at Scrabble—every time—and has only been romantically kissed by one man in her entire life.

READ GG’s STORY HERE

A Valentines Day Love Story

On my bookshelf sits a tiny, silver-plated loving cup from the Detroit Post Office — the only souvenir from their wedding — treasured and re-silvered by my grandmother and passed down from my mom to me.

READ THIS STORY HERE

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MG #2 Love Is In the Air! ❤️