Fishing, Cow Pastures and Chicken Houses

For those of you who don't know my grandma passed away this summer, and I wanted to share a few things that I will miss most about her.

--We called her Grandma Hubert. Hubert is my grandpa's name, but she wanted us to call her his name because that is what her mom did.

--She could make any meal country. I grew up picking vegetables from her garden and eating them that same day. Stewed okra and tomatoes, smothered squash, fresh green beans. And the sweetest tea you have ever drank. Although, in retrospect, it was so sweet it might be the reason I drink unsweet tea now.

--She giggled at everything. Like a little child giggles.

--She was sweet and kind and never wanted anyone to feel sad. She would hurt when someone she loved hurt.

--She would always, always ask about Jake the second we got on the phone.

--They lived on the most amazing farm. I'm sad that my kids won't grow up fishing in the pond, hiking the cow pastures and playing hide and seek in the chicken houses.

--She played bingo and cards at least 4 nights a week. And she was serious about it.

--She loved to dance and she was really good at it. She and my grandpa would get out there and dance. And not to the slow stuff either.

--There was not one moment that I didn't know how much she loved me. Anytime I saw her or got off the phone with her she would tell me multiple times how proud she was of me and how much she loved me.

--And most important...she loved the Lord. She trusted Him and never lost faith.

So tonight I cried. For the first time really since she died. Not from writing this post, but realizing that I had lost a candid picture of her that was only on my phone. My phone literally fell in two pieces today (thanks to dropping it one to many times and a mighty pull by jack jack) and this picture that I had taken of her laughing at me was gone. It's the little things isn't it?

I wanted to share so that I don't forget. I wanted to share so that you might glimpse a little bit of my history and I wanted to share so that you might see where little pieces of "me" come from.