My baba is 96, and she is sharp as a tack. My brothers and I called her baba next door (cause she lived next door :). Sure she doesn’t get around like she used to but she can quote and discuss her youth as it happened yesterday. Growing up my baba used to watch me a lot when my parents were @ work, we were summer buddies (my other baba was my summer buddy too). I learned some of the most basic etiquette rules from my baba…elbows off the table, eat everything on your plate, say please and thank you. She taught me how to French braid my own hair and to make perogies, to cut grass and to plant a garden. She showed me that love of family doesn’t have to be expressed as a hug, it sometimes can be taught as a lesson. I’m eternally grateful that she has been at my side for some of the biggest moments in my life. I love my baba next door and the best part is I know I mean the world to her too. She’s the bomb! Xox