Mormor's Birthday

So for those of you that are not of Swedish heritage, Mormor means mothers mother.
Ok we have it? good.

So my maternal grandmother turned 76 on May 23rd 2015.
She has 5 children and 11 grandchildren.
I am one of them.


I remember we would have cousins sleepovers years and years ago.
We'd have this huge blanket fort and it used to be all 10 of us back then, we'd all snuggle together and watch movies.
Then we'd make pancakes in the morning and eat them around her big kitchen table.

We did camp Mormor which is pretty much we would set up tents and camp in her  backyard.

So many Easter egg hunts, family parties and Christmas eve fun at that house.

Christmas Eve has always been fun because each of us has to claim a spot and sit with our presents on our laps because there are so many of us.
When we were younger there would be babies and the parents would have to find the babies in all of the presents.

We are a big crazy and loud family.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
I get my big brown eyes from my mom who got it from Mormor.

But Mormor is one of the most loving people I know.
My mom got the mentality to care for pretty much everyone and the lost souls from her.
And apparently I've embodied that too.

Mormor is the one that keeps all of the craziness of our family together.
I'm glad to be part of that family.
To have the big brown eyes.
To have the crazy Swedish part that loves unconditionally.

So happy 76th birthday Mormor!
Here's to many more years!