Eighty Years

In college, my friends and I used to joke about what we'd be like when we were out of college. We pondered what life would be like in the work force, whether we would plan to marry, or even have children. Yet, now that we've come to this point in our lives a decade or so from where we once were, it's hard to recall what we were like back then, living in the dorms, hanging out on campus, studying at coffee shops...

So this past weekend as we celebrated my grandmother's eightieth birthday, I pondered what it would be like looking back after eighty years. It seems so far away from me now, but one day, God willing, I'll be there trying to remember how I spent my previous eighty years...Watching my grandma blow out her candles and celebrate with her nearest and dearest, I had to wonder what kinds of memories stood out most for her...what life events seemed to shine brightest for her in her eighty years on our planet earth...



Here's to eighty more years, Grandma!