"My favorite part was eating sketti for dinner."
"My favorite part when you put your jammies on" (this was actually pretty funny, because one of her arms was jammed up against her head, and I totally wasn't expecting her to try and put her jammies on herself).
Yesterday G stayed home from day care and hung out with me all day. I desperately needed to keep track of all of my favorite parts of the day, to focus on the good, and the amazing little angel by my side.
My favorite part was going to Casey's and getting doughnuts to share, and hearing her say, "Bye, Doughnut Store" as we drove away.
My favorite part was driving the Gator through the "forest."
My favorite part was picking up rocks and pine cones (and we have a gravel driveway so it was a lot of rocks, which are now in a vase in my house).
My favorite part was pushing each other on the swings.
My favorite part was snuggling together watching movies.
My favorite part was G showing V how to dance, and helping V dance along.
My favorite part was eating pizza with all the guys on the farm.
As I sat in the rocking chair in G's room, her arms and legs wrapped around me, her curly head resting on my shoulder and little voice in my ear whispering her favorite parts, I started thinking of all of my other favorite parts. And I prayed to the newest Angel in Heaven I knew would be listening.
Dear Grandma,
My favorite part was having you as a witness at my wedding.
My favorite part was the gift of a rosary said for my family every day for a year.
My favorite part was going to the Farm for Christmas and walking into the noise and love.
My favorite part was having tea together.
My favorite part was you and Grandpa coming to Hy-Vee and going through the drive-thru and my checkout line when I was in high school.
My favorite part was egg salad sandwiches at that lunch cafe.
My favorite part was when you would make us say the rosary if we were acting up in the car, until Dan and Kelly fell asleep and I pretended to fall asleep.
My favorite part was brushing your hair.
My favorite part were stories from when I was too little to remember.
My favorite part was sitting at the table asking you my math questions until my mom realized I was getting you to do my second-grade homework for me.
My favorite part was telling you when I was pregnant. Both times.
My favorite part was coming up for you to meet G.
My favorite part was Skyping so you could meet V.
My favorite part was helping plant strawberries.
My favorite part was helping shuck corn.
My favorite part was cooking together.
My favorite part was talking to you about gardening.
My favorite part was when you came out to see the farm.
My favorite part was taking Watson over to visit all through high school.
My favorite part was making your house one of my first stops when I got a driver's license...and promptly getting stuck in the snow.
My favorite part was filling your planters with flowers after your initial diagnosis of cancer.
My favorite part was growing up writing you letters, until we moved back to Mason City.
My favorite part was coming over for lunch--sandwiches and plain Lays chips.
My favorite part was when you regularly sent me chocolate chip oatmeal cookies in college.
My favorite part was the fact that you ironed pillow cases.
My favorite part was you.
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| Grandma and I in 1980. Scanned from a magnet I made, which G drew all over. |
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| Image I made for Grandma when G was 5 months old. |
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