The other night, I thought about my grandma and how she never lied to me. 

When I was twelve, I was crying to her because I was lonely, and she promised me I would find friends. I never would have imagined that the friends I made would turn into family while in college. 

I always worried that my desire to have a career was greater than wanting kids. But she told me that it was okay and that the desire to be a mother would come. And in the last few years, I have dreamed about having kids, a family, and a happy home. 

I met a handsome, hard-working boy who loves me and sees how beautiful I am, just like she said I would. That, I really never thought would come true. I never believed it when she said I was beautiful, so when I forget, I remind myself that, too. Because again, she never lied.

She was right that one day she would be gone and that I would need to create a family of my own.  

She was right about everything she told me I would one day have. Friendship, love, love for myself, and contentment. 

She said that I would have my heart broken one day, but I just never imagined it would be from her.

I believe that she never lied to me, but what a blessing it is that she wasn’t always right. She reminded me that I needed to be okay with being alone. And although I did, God reminded me it is something I will never be.