G. G. and Ellie Rose

My grandma has this bad-ass walker that she uses these days to get around. It has a seat so she can stop for a breather when she needs one, and it's got these big rubber traction tires. I call it her off-road walker.

On Christmas Eve her great-granddaughter Ellie was perched on the seat of the walker watching some of the festivities, and Grandma (or G. G., as Ellie and Ruth call her, for Great Grandma) started wheeling her slowly around the living room, to the surprise of us all. Ellie sat very still, craning her neck around and staring with wide eyes as she traversed the room, then grinned at Grandma with pure delight at being in motion.