I have such vivid memories of my grandmother's house. The lively conversation and yummy aroma's can be conjured up without much hesitation. I remember she made the best homemade tortillas. All of us kids would literally wait in line as she carefully flipped each one on the grill and then slathered them with butter before handing one to each of us as we eagerly waited our turn. I remember the TV was always on in the background with her novellas (Spanish soap operas) and while I didn't understand the words, I could recognize the passion and drama well enough.
I'm feeling a little melancholy today as I come to terms with my grandson's recent move out of our home into his new home over two hours away. He has lived here since his birth nearly four years ago and the emptiness is just about to swallow me up.
While my head knew this was inevitable my heart is taking it's sweet time getting on board with the change. I am so thankful that God blessed us with this special time...
Everything has a season...being a mom is an adventure, being a full time mom-mom was amazing but now it's time to just be grandma to my two adorable little munchkins and what a wonderful blessing that will be, too.