That was her nickname when she married my Dad. Now she’s known as Grandma. Eighty-four years young, she’s still skinny and yet every ounce of her seems full of energy. When she visits you can bet it’ll be a week of clean laundry.
This is a melancholy time, though. My father passed away four years ago this week. I know she misses him terribly.
This shot
f/4.8
1/60
70-300mm (at 180mm)
ISO 400