My beautiful grandmother, whom we call Bonma, turned 100 years old this week and we celebrated today.
She was born and raised in Antwerp, Belgium, and survived the German occupation in World War II living in the cellar with my grandfather and their two children (one of them my dad). She ran out into the streets to celebrate when the American tanks came rolling through the city to liberate them.
In the 1950s she convinced my grandfather they should move to America, the land of opportunity, and they came here on an ocean liner with their three children.
She looked at her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren gathered around her today at her 100th birthday party and said, "So . . . I guess I'm the reason you're all here in America today!"
|Love the little Belgian flags in the corners of her birthday cake.|