I don’t know if it’s just the stories my grandmother told me, or if I can vaguely remember those days as a little girl… but I have “memories” of the time we lived in Clearwater and how my grandmother used to take me for a walk down the block to get Checker’s French fries and then head back home. She always reminds me of how much I used to love ketchup, and would dip the same French fry over and over again, until it became limp and bent over and eventually she would have to give me a new one. Or how she would take me to the beach where I would nap on the shoreline underneath a beach towel all afternoon. Or the times we went good will shopping and she bought me a crazy gold sequined top that she sewed into a dress for me.
How grateful I have been that over this past winter my daughter has now been able to make her own memories with her great-grandmother. While she never used to while I was growing up, two knee-surgeries later, my grandma now walks with a cane. Anabelle loved to play with it and always knew exactly where it was to fetch for grandma when she needed it. Every Wednesday they went to the library together to the children’s program where they read books and sang songs. And whenever grandma would bake, Anabelle would always be so excited because she knew it was her job to crack the eggs (and was actually pretty good at it!).
The day before grandma left to go back up North, we went to the pond in the backyard to get some sweet photos of the two of them together. Anabelle was in such a happy and well-mannered mood, and I am so thankful we got so many sweet photos of the two of them together. I know it is something that both my grandmother, and one day Anabelle, will cherish for the rest of their lives. Here are just a few of my favorites 💕