G for Grandma

This is how I know I have arrived at my grandma’s house. Every trip to Utah when we continually ask my parents if we were close, and my dad would say “when you see the G”. He had me convinced for awhile that the city had painted that there for that very reason, because grandma’s home sits right at its base. It was amazing to take some time away from work and out busy lives to visit the G and the amazing lady that it represents.