There's more, but if I keep going this blog will never stop, and I'll never get to say this:
Thank you for being almost 83 but acting 30 years younger.More...
Thank you for helping me however you can.
Thank you for the way your face lights up when you see your great-grandchildren.
Thank you for insisting they learn your native Russian even though I've grown lazy about teaching them.
Thank you for trying to stay healthy by walking everywhere, even the two miles between your home and mine.
Thank you for surviving a famine, a world war, religious persecution and a months-long immigration journey.
Thank you for reminding me to eat fruit.
Thank you for getting up at 5 AM to cook after a sleepless night worrying that your older great-grandson is too thin (even though he's really not.)
Thank you for bringing us multiple Tupperware containers full of delicious food.
Thank you for not being too annoyed when I forget to return the empty containers.
Thank you for laughing when a certain mischievous toddler purposely bumped into you on the playground slide.
Thank you for letting me take a few photos here and there even though you hate posing for pictures.
Thank you for having my children call you Babushka too because Prababushka (Russian for great-grandmother) is really a mouthful.
Thank you for your calm.
Thank you for your rare, but kind, smiles.
Thank you, dorogaya Babushka.
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