sticks, beads and strings
make wonderful, beautiful things


For those of you keeping track, she weighed 6 pounds on Feb 27. I so win the Boob Olympics. Mwuhahahahahahaha!

On a less pleasing note, Grandmother is in the hospital. She’s just not doing well at all. Mama brought her by to see me on the way to the doctor’s office Thursday, and I talked to her for a bit. She could only get out half a sentence before she had to stop to rest, and that barely audible. She’s eating only one meal a day, barely drinking anything, sleeping over 18 hours a day. I believe she’s ready to check out. I think on her life sometimes, wondering what holds her here. She has buried 2 husbands, and 3 of her 5 children, and her 5 brothers and sisters. You can count her friends that remain on this side of eternity on less than the fingers of one hand. The ties here are so tenuous, those on the other side so strong.

I have been so incredibly blessed in my life by this woman. She has been such a Godly example to me. She taught me how to cook, and sew. It was watching her and Grand-dad that taught me what marriage should be about. Oh, she embarrassed the dickens out of me a time or two as well, but I never had a doubt that she loved me. I am out of words, but not thoughts and feelings.

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