I am one of the lucky few people I know to still have living grandparents. A lot of my fondest childhood memories revolved around visits to grandma and grandpa's house. I was also lucky to have such awesome grandparents. My grandma taught me how to drive, and how to cook, and how to sew. She also taught me how to laugh, how to love, and how to treat others. She is pretty much the bee's knees.
A few weeks ago, we were delighted to have her come for an extended visit. She doesn't drive anymore, so my aunt brought her up from Dodge City. The kids and I had three weeks of grandma bliss. She kissed boo boos, gave snuggles, spoiled kids, and helped me perfect my pie crust. She gave me reassurance that I was a great mom, wife and friend. We talked a lot about her childhood, my mom's childhood, and my childhood. She also got some much deserved rest and pampering, which I was happy to provide for the small price of having someone to talk to amongst all of my life's craziness. I cried when she left, just like my great-aunt Lola used to when we left her house. Our house has been missing something since she left, and we look forward to stealing her away again very soon.
My grandma is very special, and I cherish these moments she gets to spend with my kids, and with me. Each day we have her is a gift. And, because of her last visit, I no longer have to do the walk of shame down the pasty aisle of the grocery store for pre-made crust. :)