Good Enough

I noticed my last post was awhile ago. I’ve decided when I’m too tired for words I can always post a picture, because isn’t a picture worth at least a thousand words? Is that what “they” say? I’ve decided I’ll go along with “them” and buy myself some verbage.

I love my grams. My sister Sunshine is on the left, Mom on the right. Does anyone have a Grandma like mine? She’s a witty one. I love it when she let’s a “swear word” slip…like the other day she called someone a whore. It just sounds funnier out of her mouth.
My grandma had her own column in the local newspaper, for years. She taught English and French, and directed all the town plays.
I want to be just like my Grandma.

Not only is she funny, and witty and brilliant, she’s extremely spiritual, but she doesn’t put it on me. She doesn’t lecture, she just lives by example. My Grandma.

I don’t know why but growing up I always felt like if I became this totally religious, spiritually driven person I might become a zombie…boring…uninteresting…sheep-like.  Grandma is definitely not any of those things. 

Grandma wants me to keep having babies. She loves her some babies. I tell her “Grandma! Haven’t I contributed my share yet? Why is this all on me? I have 5 other siblings that need to be nagged.”

I was looking through some of my old things. I saved letters from my Grammy. She and I were pen-pals. I think maybe I should start it up again with her…even though she only lives a mile away now. It was always fun to get letters from her, she always imparted wisdom to me in her matter-of-fact way.

There, you see what a simple picture inspires?

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