I never know how grandparents will respond to the whole girlfriend thing. When we had Easter dinner at my friend Jane's house last week, I introduced myself to Jane's grandma and casually said, "And this is my girlfriend, Meredith." I thought, well, if she's not down with the gays, maybe she'll think I just mean my friend, and then we can all enjoy ham. But this was her response:
"Oh, one of my best friends when I was young was a Transvestite and I wrote a book about her. You'll sit next to me for dinner."
Grandparents deserve more credit than they're given.
Anyway, a card arrived the other day and saying that I had trouble opening it is an extreme understatement. A recap:
The fact that she included Mer was pretty much the best thing ever. I love you, Gram!