One of my favorite times during my childhood was when my brother and I would get to spend a couple of weeks every summer at my grandma and grandpa's house. We LOVED being there. They had a basement with a pool table, a pantry with all our favorite snacks, and toys galore. We thought that place was heaven on earth. My grandma would always make these crazy-wonderful breakfasts and we would have "tea parties" every evening with my grandpa (which just meant eating a whole bunch of ice cream with chocolate syrup!). We would have card game marathons and watch Scooby-Doo. They really would spoil us rotten and we loved every minute of it. I will miss her so much, but I will hold these memories close to my heart for the rest of my life. Every time I smell fresh baked bread I will remember being in their kitchen as the sun was rising. Every time I see pink curlers I will remember her trips to the beauty salon and how she'd let us run our fingers through her curls and giggle. Every time I curl up under a hand-stitched quilt I will remember her and all the love she had for us.
I love you, Grama.