Saturday, January 16, 2010

Good as they Get

My grandma turned 80.
Isn't she beautiful?

Everytime I make french toast I think of her (you know the good french toast with plain ol' white bread).
Or when I smell peach cobbler or fresh brownies.
Or when I see a bare foot on a cold night, I know she'd be dying to lend a pair of her crotched slippers.

She taught me to sew, to cook, to bake, to love God.
I would not be the woman I am today without her.
She is as good as they get.

I love you Gram.

1 comment:

bartomjea said...

That's beautiful....I have so many memories of my grandmother that I treasure happy that she is healthy and has met her great grandkids!! I understand what grandkids make you feel like, I just can't imagine a great grand!! Hope I live to see the day!!