Meet my Grandma! How I love her! She is 90 years old.
Growing up, her home was one of my favorite places to visit. When I walked in the door, I was greeted with the familiar smell of antiques,fresh baked bread and the sweet aroma of my grandfathers lingering tobacco smoke.
On chilly days, a fire roared in the wood stove and a pot of potato soup simmered on the stove.
When I would spend the night, I would intentionally forget my pajama's so I could borrow hers. They smelled of lilacs. And climbing into her tall feather bed in the guestroom, I would snuggle down and cover with a quilt she had crafted herself.
My Grandmas home spelled LOVE. The sights, sounds, textures and smells welcomed me with open arms. Just a little taste of heaven on earth.
what a sweet post Sue. It was so fun to see you last night...alas, they sent me home :( pooh!! Hopefully, I'll go into real labor here soon! Anyway, it was fun to see you even if it did end up being nothing.
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Rebekah, It was great seeing you too! Sorry it was a "trial" run. UGG! I thought my 4th pregnancy would stretch to Etenity!! Hope to see you soon for the real thing!! Hang in there!!
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