I love My Mama

I've always said that my grandmother was born to be a grandmother. She loves napping and being thrifty, getting early bird discounts and carrying an endless supply of pocket tissues and gum. She loves quilting and watching afternoon T.V. and she loves analyzing each grandchild's personality and discerning which relative they got it from.

One of my most favorite things to do on this earth is to get coffee with my grandmother. Separately we are complete addicts so now that we are together in the same town, and less than ten minutes away from a supplier, we get our sweet fix on an almost daily basis!

My memory of her will always be the same. Squinting in the sun, she shields her eyes with one hand and picks up her cup with other. Her signature plum lipstick stains the lid in a perfect semicircle. She uses excessive hand gestures and occasionally fixes her salt-and-pepper bobbed hair. We talk and laugh for hours without a care of the time or of the luke warm temperatures of our drinks. 

I've never had to be anybody around my grandmother. Her blunt honesty and advice is something I have come to appreciate. She can cook effortlessly yet denies any talent. She always has either an opinion, a patch or a pill for whatever you may be dealing with. She croaks worship songs in church with the same joy and lack of awareness as any child. She laughs until she nearly chokes and cries at any mention of her Father. She loves her family and talks of each of us with sentimental pride.

I love getting to know this woman who gave me little pieces of herself. I love my Mama.