My grandmother throws a feast like nobody else.  Her house is always welcoming; there is always something on the stove, and it is always warm and delicious, and plenty to share.  That is the purest, most practical expression of love I can imagine.  I’m honored to be a recipient of that love, and will do my best to carry that legacy out into the world.

I love you, Nana.

Nana on my parents’ wedding day, June 1984