This week has been a little stressful.
Boys fight a lot.
A lot. A lot. A lot.
Sometimes I feel like all I do is yell.
And, well, even though I am no stranger to yelling,
I don’t like doing it all day.
We are going to a family reunion this weekend.
It’s a very happening place.
I have awesome Aunts and Uncles.
Super Duper Awesome Cousins.
But I still feel sad.
(My Mommy made this plate of Ginger Snaps at Christmas because they were my Grandma's favorite kind of cookie. None of us like Gingersnaps so we didn't eat them. They still sit on my kitchen counter so I can think about her thruout the day.)
Partly because I am the fattest cousin-
but mostly because I miss my Grandma.
She was so sweet.
The exact way I want to be when I am a Grandma.
She had blue, blue eyes.
And long hair that she wore in a braid
wrapped around her head.
She wore polyester dresses
and long ropes of pearls to church
I never heard her say an unkind thing
about any human.
She was soft and squishy
and gave the very best hugs.
She gave people money
even when she didn’t have any left
She loved Jesus.
She loved her church.
I still cry when I think about her.
I miss her so much.
She had a special copper cup
in her cupboards that all of the cousins
wanted to drink from.
She put on Vicks Vapor Rub
before she went to sleep.
She lived in a trailer
and I thought having a metal house was
the coolest thing on the planet.
She got water from a Spring.
Other families went to
Disney World or the Beach
but we went to Grandma’s house.
It was the best week of the year.
Her toy box was the best.
It had old spice cans, old purses,
and old dolls.
We just loved those toys.
I will think of her this weekend.
As I do every now and then.
And I hope and pray,
I can be just like her when I grow up.
What is your best Grandma memory?