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:
That's beautiful....I have so many memories of my grandmother that I treasure too...so 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!!
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