There's only one squirt left in this magic bottle of hairspray.
And I'm using it tomorrow.
Tomorrow's just another day, but every day is a special occasion.
When Grandma Izzy passed away 3 years ago, there were about 5 bottles of this magic spray.
I took 3.
Aunt Barb took the rest.
It's really good.
And it's lasted for over 3 years.
It was the last thing I shopped for on her grocery list.
I still have the list.
I returned with her hairspray, and found a shelf full in her bathroom.
It made me smile.
I'm thankful the two Izzy's in my life met.
None of us share blood, and you know what?
It never mattered.
There was a bond that stretched miles across the ocean.
Someday I'll share more about how these two amazing people came into my life.
One when I was 14.
The other when I was 32.
And my life will never be the same.
Izzy on her baptism day.
She was Ella then.
Last year she chose to go by Izzy.
And Grandma would be really proud.