Two years ago today, my mammaw passed away. I miss her every day. She was a smart, strong, brave, loving, passionate, hard-working woman who taught us a lot about life. I can only hope to be the kind of mother and grandmother she was. I can't wait to see this baby with my mom and Les' mom. The bond with grandparents and grandchildren is almost indescribable: love balanced with discipline (and fear); treats balanced with lessons; and unconditional love balanced with undeniable respect.
And now I'm getting emotional so I'll just end this post by saying how much I miss my Mammaw. I know she's in a better place and she's probably reaching down to me right now to hand me a dollar to "go buy something nice" even though she probably gave Suz $2.
But hey, that's the good thing about Grandmas right? They do what they want :)
