What does 90 really look like? 10 years less than a century… It might be a tree – full grown, leaves shading a yard, a tree with a thick, strong trunk, standing firm through storms and wind.
Or it could be a rosebush – tenderly cultivated for years on end, transferred from a childhood home in the country, blooming faithfully year after year.
It could even be a house – well worn and loved, timelessly classic with intricate details not found today, hiding special treasures to be found by the one who knows where to look.
90 is 9 decades – 9! Nearly an entire century of life and experiences, joy and heartache, love and struggle.
To me, this is what 90 looks like:
My grandmother just turned 90 this summer and we celebrated her birthday with many festivities! It was a joyous occasion for my family (and friends) to gather together and cherish this wonderful lady who has been a blessing to so many throughout her 90 years.
90 years of a quick wit and infectious laugh, 90 years of travelling the world with those she loves.
90 years of loving her family dearly and celebrating each new addition with pride, 90 years of being beloved by all she meets and making friends for a lifetime.
90 years of being a godly example for others to follow and sharing Christ with those around her, 90 years of faithfulness and obedience to the Lord.
90 years of tea parties and giggling – first with her sister and later with her granddaughter, 90 years of roses blooming and admiring nature.
She is truly a remarkable woman, as anyone who knows her will tell you, and I am extremely blessed to be her (only!) granddaughter. I cannot imagine a better example of godly character and I am so thankful that God has given her so many years here to touch others.
Happy 90th Birthday Grandmama!