Today, our sweetest Nani turns 92 year old.

At 92 years old, she’s still calling all of us to remind us that it’s someone’s birthday or anniversary and “did we call them and did our kids call them and did we wish them?”

At 92 years old, she’s still sneaking mishri into the kiddos’ hands. Pulling them in, studying their faces for as many seconds as she can before they run off for another adventure.

At 92 years old, she’s still mothering. Still asking my mom if she’s gargling with salt water to take care of her throat. Still asking me if I’m going to put on a jacket before leaving the house.

At 92 years old, she’s still funneling food into the kiddos’ mouths. Sitting down to eat lunch but spooning out bites from her bowl for the hungry baby that wants more more more.

At 92 years old, she’s still excited about the small things. Like pizza for lunch with a side of orange soda.

At 92 years old, she’s still the rock. The glue. The sturdy foundation of our family.

Feeling so grateful to get to be with her today.

Happy birthday to our Nani. <3