My Danish Grandma
I just got the cutest email from my Grandma:
“Just thought the other day,we traveled half around the world,to see you when you were born—what a thrill and joy it was when we got the phone call,you had arrived. When we had to go through the customs at airport in Copenhagen, I quickly showed them my passport and continued to run out to get to my granddaughter—they said,hej,wait for your luggage and I said—keep it till I’ve seen this baby.”
I love and admire her so much. She was in WW2 when the Nazi’s invaded and was the first to leave for America. What a difference her choice has made in my life.