When I was young, I used to think that my Grandma M. was the coolest person alive. Now that I'm older, I'm reminded by fun memories of her that she WAS one of the coolest people to have ever lived.
I even told my parents I was running away to Grandma M's house once when I was young. I thought that living with her sounded like Heaven. Hmmmm maybe it was because she gave us anything we EVER wanted!?!
Here are a few things I remember about her.
Disney on Ice. I remember going to Disney on Ice multiple times when I was little.
Big Wheel bikes.
Sending bags hooked to strings down from her outside balcony to "fish"
Rolling down her grassy hill
Jumping on the tramp in her backyard
Playing in her cupboards downstairs
Playing in the boat in the garage
The cool vines growing on the outside of her house.
Eating Fat Jacks Pizza and drinking rootbeer.
Getting millions of ice cream cones.
Grape juice mixed with sprite.
Philip and Ben digging for "dinosaur" bones in the BBQ chicken
Stouffer's lasagna
Feeding the ducks
Going to the Monte Beam museum
Her orange stuffed snake
That huge brown furry pillow
Her pink bathroom that when I took a bath, I couldn't ever get the suds off. (soft water)
Her making our beds for us every morning about 30 seconds after we got out of bed.
Getting ziplock baggies of cereal for the ride home.
Going to lots of parades and sitting in front of a school (I think it was a school).
Looking for the camel on the mountain
Flocked Christmas trees
Hiding in her closet in the hallway across from the pink bathroom. The one with the cool sliding door where she kept the folding chairs.
Her green frog decoration hanging in the bathroom down stairs.
Popsicles always in the freezer.
Cookies with white chocolate chips.
Climbing in her tree outside (was it a walnut tree?)
Drawing with sidewalk chalk on outside on the patio cement.
She always had "bendy" straws to drink our drinks with
Reading little black Sambo before bedtime
How about you guys? What other memories do you have of Grandma M's house?
I have very few pictures of my wonderful Dad. This week marks the 20 year anniversary of his death. It doesn't seems possible that it has been twenty years since I have looked into those navy blue, sparkling eyes that loved me so completely. I don't remember Dad with anything but gray hair; and in his later years, he had that lovely white hair. He was such a gentleman. He loved our babies and was often seen cuddling with them or pushing them in the stroller around the neighborhood. Dad, I want you to know that you are remembered and loved. Some day I'll get to feel those loving arms around me again.
Natalie and I stopped to see Philip and Aubrey and the kids after Aubree's bridal shower on Saturday. I couldn't believe how much he had grown and how much he had changed. His eyes have gone completely brown, and his hair is coming in really dark like Aubrey's. He is really tall. Addie talked about a mile a minute. She was telling Natalie all kinds of things. My favorite was when she was looking at a picture at Philip's graduation from SUU. She said it was a picture of him at his "mission." 
