You were one of my biggest cheerleaders and every time I succeeded, you rejoiced along with me.
You always held us all on a pedestal, while you stayed in the background.
Now all I hope you're doing is soaring above me. Way above me, with Christ. And watching over me, our family, and our new little blessing. (I know you were SO excited about that one.)
It's your turn. Fly high, Nanny. Love you.