This past weekend we had four generations present to help my Nana ring in 92 years on this planet. Can you believe it? Ninety-two freakin’ years?! Nana’s quite frail, but she toddles 
around with the help of a walker. And, although she suffers from flashes of dementia, she’s still got a kick-arse sense of humor.
When I got home from my trip, I found that the lilies in my garden were in full bloom. Then it hit me… She’s named Lily, after the flower. I can see the scene now 93 years ago….
Nana’s mother lay in agony of epidural-free childbirth of 1920 rural North Carolina. The midwife holds cold cloths to her head. Out the bedroom window Nana’s mother can see bunches of yellow and tiger-orange lilies in bloom. She focuses on the beauty of those flowers and when the labor is finally over, the midwife places a baby girl in her arms. The first thing she thinks of is how beautiful that baby girl is, just like the lilies out the window.
Yeah – that’s totally made up – but knowing what I do about my Nana, I have a feeling it’s pretty close to reality.
These are photos of some of the lilies that welcomed me home from my trip. Aren’t they beautiful?
Happy Birthday Nana!!!
