I’ve always been the kind of grandmother people didn’t expect. Not the quiet, knitting-on-the-porch type, but the one out roller-skating at the park, trying salsa classes at midnight, and signing up for puppy yoga just because it sounded fun.

Slowing down? Not in my vocabulary.

If someone had asked me at seventy-nine what I wanted for my eightieth year, I would’ve said, “A bigger to-do list.” I still had places to see, skills to learn, and more than a few adventures in mind.

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