Photos of my grandmother

I can't believe it's November already. Only two weeks till Thanksgiving, and before I know it, we'll be boarding a plane bound for Manila. We celebrate my grandmother's 87th? 88th? 89th? birthday on December 15.

I'm putting together a slide show set to the music of James Blunt's "You're Beautiful". I love looking at old photos of my grandmother. Here's one when she's just a young girl in Spain, autographed like she was a movie star (the dedication reads, "To my dear sister Lily -- Cristina"). Photos nowadays are a dime a dozen but I guess they were real keepsakes way back then.



Here she is as a young married woman. The little girl in the center with the humungous hair ribbon is my mother.



Photos don't have to be in black-and-white to have that vintage feel. This one was taken during my aunt's wedding. I'm the little baby with the droopy underwear, standing beside one of the bridesmaids (my aunt). All the grownups look so young and happy and alive, especially my grandmother. It's one of my all-time favorite baby pictures. There was a lot of love floating around during my childhood, and this photo is the perfect example.

Happy Love Thursday, everyone. If you can, go give your grandmothers a kiss. I certainly will when I see mine.