In life we should all be this lucky: To love and be loved for seventy some odd years, to bring up three children, and to have those children spread the love to seven grandchildren. This is what my Grandmother did with her life. If I were to ever wondered what love looked like, I never had to look too far....I could watch her face light up when one of her sweet great-grand babies came in the room. I could close my eyes and remember the countless hours she'd spend scratching my back with her perfectly manicured nails while I lay in her lap, or remember all the time my Grandfather would pull the picture of her out of his wallet. He'd only been holding on to it since she was 19 or so. ;)
I've always said that since God only gave me one Grandmother He knew she had to be awesome. And she was. There is nothing about her that doesn't make me smile and be eternally grateful for how blessed I was to have her. That sweet heart, that smart mouth, and those outfits that always matched head to toe. But the very best thing she gave me was my family. Hands down. My Daddy is definitely his Mother's son, and I love it...My cup runneth over.
The talk of the town last week was a picture of my Grandparents being baptized together in 1939ish. As a family, to have this picture is so special and so rare. For those of you unaware back in the day a lot of baptisms took place in a lake or river. The picture of them standing together in the lake has left this song on my heart. It has always haunted my soul, in a good way...now it just touches me even more.
PS I had to BEG them to let me take that picture. True Mama Nell fashion. :)
