Memories

I love memories of my Grams so when my Uncle Derek posted this photo to Facebook and Jackson showed it to me (I quit Facebook and Twitter- I'll post about that later), I cried. I remember that house so well down to the coasters on the right hand side of the photo. Grams made me feel so special each time I was with her (Ok, not each time...sometimes she missed the mark and made me feel fat, but that's ok). I loved going to their house in Brinker Heights to play. She always had the best games on the computer. (She was always kind of a techy.) She also always had cookies (please see the above fat reference and see if the two don't correlate) that Kylie would climb on the counters to retrieve for us. Her cookie jar is now one of my prized possessions and will always be prominently displayed in our home (once we have a home, that is). Anyway, I've just realized as I've gotten older how much memories mean and how much they help heal a sad heart. I'll always miss my Grams, but I'm so thankful that she lives on in my heart!


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