I swear I can't look at green beans & bacon (one of my grandma's signature dishes) without getting teary. That dish is also what I am bringing to the table this turkey day. (Our plans to host fell through so we are going to a friends.)
So this Thanksgiving, I wanted to dedicate a post to my grandma. The most important woman in my life by far. She is everything I want to be in life. She is the nicest lady who sees the best in everyone but is also the person you call when you want to hear the family gossip. The woman is hysterical.
I wish she were here, to tell me everything I need to know. I wish she were here to remind me to brush my teeth & say my prayers. I miss my neighbor lady, I miss her a lot.
I can't wait to see her when we got to Utah this summer to bless Little Dude. It absolutely kills me that she won't be there for the birth of my son. It kills me that his first real bath won't be in her kitchen sink (a big tradition in our family.) It kills me that my kids won't ever have the relationship with her that I have because are just too darn far away.
Distance is killing me today.
But I am thankful for phones and for letters and for airplane tickets. I am grateful for the time I do get with her, and I am grateful that this magnificent woman is my grandmother.
|I love them.|
|Gramma holding Graice for the first time. It kills me that she won't be there for the birth of Little Dude.|
|My two favorite girls!|
|The last time I saw her this past September.|
Happy Thanksgiving grandma, I love you.