Happy birthday ...

Today, one of the three most beautiful women I know is another year older – my grandmother, Maw-Maw Ham, for those in the know.

She was the first and only woman I ever seriously told I would marry – when I was five years old. She would fight anyone who made fun of me in school (she still hates the Reed family) and she let me watch wrestling after my parents told me I couldn't. There was never such a thing as a bad grade to her, and if I had decided to dress in rags, she would have told me how "pretty" I looked.

I love her more than anything else in this world, and though she won't see this, I hope she's having a happy birthday.