Last night Katy said she wanted to spend some special Mama/Daughter time with me so I remembered a special treat my Grandmama used to make for me as a girl. I made myself a cup of coffee and made her grandmama coffee, which is mostly warm milk, some sugar, and just enough coffee to tint it. We snuggled up in my bed and I told her stories of my childhood, of the nights I used to spend with my grandparents when I was just a girl. I recall my Grandaddys laugh so clearly, it is as real to me now as if he were still here. And Grandmamas voice still speaks in my ear every now and then, as if my heart is convinced she isnt gone and chooses to bring her back from time to time. The smell of their house, coffee and cornbread and rose lotion....The lighting in their den, the sound of that lone cricket in the utility room that they said it was bad luck to kill or shoo outside. Hugs, jokes, meals, and grandmama coffee. I have such a wealth of memories to pass down to my children, in addition to filling their lives with memories that they will someday tell their own kids about. This week, do what you have to do. Work, pay the bills, fulfill the obligations. But on that to-do list, make a note at the very tip top of it to make deposits of time into the accounts that matter most. Remember that saying: No one ever said on their death bed I wish I had of spent more time at the office. Take full advantage of the blessings that will be offered to you in the course of this week. Good Morning
Posted on: Mon, 09 Jun 2014 08:45:01 +0000
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