The first day of Spring always makes me think of my grandma Hilde, since today was her birthday. The photo above is my favorite one of her. It was taken on the ship that took her from Germany to the United States where she would settle with my grandpa Roger and her two boys (my dad Mark and my uncle Gordon). Although I was 15 when I lost my grandma, we had enough years together to share some pretty spectacular memories. Most of all, I remember the mouth-watering smells of her kitchen and waiting with bated breath as she prepared her famous soups, casseroles, swedish meatballs (this was before I went vegetarian), puddings, cakes, pies, etc. The list goes on and on. I'm grateful to have these memories of my grandma who is very much on my mind today.