She told me that all the time.
Then she told me not to tell.
(I’m sure it’s because she told every other kid the same thing.)
Grams and I would always banter back and forth about how all of my not so positive physical traits were her fault. Like my super wide feet, and my ugly pinky toe. The fact that I have man hands (you know, the girl version of my Dad’s and clearly we know where he got them), and Jenni’s eyebrow. (Cause why couldn’t I get that??)
Grams would take me out to eat every semester I got on the honor roll, we’d go Golden Coral or JB's – not necessarily because we liked the food, but because they were the only restaurants in town.
She'd kiss me on the mouth sometimes (which I still hate) but that's how she did it.
I remember helping her clean out her cupboards and she’d have us write our name on her stuff that we wanted so we would get it once she died. Guess I'm the proud new owner of a bowling pin/bowling ball salt and pepper set.
She loved to read.
Grams couldn't use a computer to save her life.
She had six children, 35 grandchildren and a whole trundle of great grandchildren.
She hated to drive in the winter but loved to sit out on her lawn in the summer and watch all the kids play in the canal.
Grams still drove the same car she bought in the 90's. It suited her.
Her garage is a mess. And whomever the poor sucker is that has to go through all of that mess is ...well...a sucker.
Grams gave us $2 bills for nearly every birthday of my life. I still have most of them.
Grandma also liked to give me towels for Christmas, and by “towels” I mean I received multiple towels, but only one at a time, over several years. I imagine she She only ever gave me one at a time, because really, that’s all I needed.
I think it's amazing she still gave every grandchild and great grandchild including spouses Christmas gifts every year.
Grams tricked Grandpa into quitting smoking. He had a stroke with memory loss and when he said he wanted a smoke she convinced him he'd quit smoking years before.
Gramps never smoked another cigarette.
Grams lost her husband, a daughter, two sons-in-law and 5 grandchildren before she died. I’m pretty sure they were there waiting that morning when she went home.
I hope my Gramps was there and that he held her tight and told her himself that he loves her.
I hope my kids were there, too. So that she'll know them. So that she'll be able to just think of me for a minute and know that everything turns out exactly right...and then, I hope she gets to whisper that in my ear.
So yeah, I was Grams favorite...just like everybody else.
There’s just something about Grandmas.