To Grandmother's house we went... My posts have backed up a bit and it has been almost three weeks now, but Abby and I made a very, very quick trip to Michigan. We flew up on 8/16 and back home on 8/18. (Have I mentioned before that daddy doesn't like to have the family separated for long. But he DID agree to let us go, so I didn't complain.) Abigail Mae is named after my grandmother, Dorothy Mae, and we wanted to have the chance for the two of them to meet. Unfortunately, my grandma has been having a lot of trouble this year so we didn't want to waste much time in getting up there. At this point, she waivers between good days and bad. On her good days, she is lucid, sitting up, holding conversations, and recognizing family members. On her bad days, she is most likely to just sleep. We happened to visit her on a bad day. However, we figured that was ok since Abby slept practically the entire weekend herself. My Aunt JoEllen had been staying with Grandma that week and said the only sentence she heard Grandma say all weekend was that she wanted to hold the baby, so she did know that we were coming. She was moved in to a nursing home the week after our visit. Since then, my parents have been to visit a number of times. Mom mentioned that Abby had been to visit and Grandma said, "Yes, at my house." We are not sure if she remembers that on her oen or if somebody told her, but no matter. We were able to get a picture of Abby with her great-grandmother
and some four-generation pictures and for that we will always be very thankful.
My grandmother will be 93 on 9/29. She and my grandpa have been married 71 years. My grandmother had 5 sons. This worked out quite well for me because she always treated me like a princess and taught me many life-long lessons. While I have had many, she has been an excellant role model for me in being a lady and a good, Christian wife. I saw her a lot throughout the year, but I would go to her house each summer for a week and I so looked forward to that each year. Sometimes grandpa was gone and it was just us two girls hanging out and enjoying each other's company. She always made sure I had a pretty white Easter hat. She taught me you should always wear your best on Sunday when you attend church. (Which you should also do every week - no excuses.) She made sure she bought me a new slip each year and I understood I should wear it - something I wish a lot of other girls out there had learned. She taught me how to embroider and cross-stitch. She taught me how to play Solitaire and Tri-Ominos. She taught me how to file and paint my nails - preferably in a nice muted color, not bright red or pink. She taught me that sometimes it was okay to do nothing. She taught me that you should not serve BBQ ribs when the bishop was coming to dinner, and she taught me that some jobs women do just because. (That's what she told me when I asked why grandpa never did the laundry.) She taught me that it is good for a husband and wife to do devotions together daily and to fully devote their lives to Christ and doing His work. She showed me that a good wife could have her opinions and knew when best to share them and when best to save them. Every time we told Grandma we were pregnant, she'd hope that we would have a girl. She wanted one with blonde, curly hair and blue eyes. Time will tell how much of that we were able to produce. But even if Abby grows up with straight brown hair and green eyes, I promise to teach her about her great-grandmother and hopefully model for her all the great things my grandma taught me. We love you, Grandma!
and some four-generation pictures and for that we will always be very thankful.
My grandmother will be 93 on 9/29. She and my grandpa have been married 71 years. My grandmother had 5 sons. This worked out quite well for me because she always treated me like a princess and taught me many life-long lessons. While I have had many, she has been an excellant role model for me in being a lady and a good, Christian wife. I saw her a lot throughout the year, but I would go to her house each summer for a week and I so looked forward to that each year. Sometimes grandpa was gone and it was just us two girls hanging out and enjoying each other's company. She always made sure I had a pretty white Easter hat. She taught me you should always wear your best on Sunday when you attend church. (Which you should also do every week - no excuses.) She made sure she bought me a new slip each year and I understood I should wear it - something I wish a lot of other girls out there had learned. She taught me how to embroider and cross-stitch. She taught me how to play Solitaire and Tri-Ominos. She taught me how to file and paint my nails - preferably in a nice muted color, not bright red or pink. She taught me that sometimes it was okay to do nothing. She taught me that you should not serve BBQ ribs when the bishop was coming to dinner, and she taught me that some jobs women do just because. (That's what she told me when I asked why grandpa never did the laundry.) She taught me that it is good for a husband and wife to do devotions together daily and to fully devote their lives to Christ and doing His work. She showed me that a good wife could have her opinions and knew when best to share them and when best to save them. Every time we told Grandma we were pregnant, she'd hope that we would have a girl. She wanted one with blonde, curly hair and blue eyes. Time will tell how much of that we were able to produce. But even if Abby grows up with straight brown hair and green eyes, I promise to teach her about her great-grandmother and hopefully model for her all the great things my grandma taught me. We love you, Grandma!
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What a wonderful job, Stephanie. Your Grandma loved you a lot too!!
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