i promise to return tomorrow with a “real” blog post.
but i was going though files when i found this little gem. and i wanted to share it with you.
This is my little boy, Laken, and his great grandma “Tita”
**ETA – sand in his hair from the volleyball court he was playing on.
My grandma is 82 years old. and just the cutest thing on the planet. my “Welita” has always been very special to me because i was partly raised by her as a child. She is – without question – what we all aspire to be. She is a hard worker. a servant. she is constantly in prayer. she is patient. honest. loving. she watches three hours of Novelas every night. and you can’t tell her that they aren’t “real” life situations. she is silly. and comical. she laughs often and easily. she makes everyone smile.
we all protect her. we all love her. we love that she buys christmas gifts for all 62 of her grandchildren from the Dollar Store. We love that we get socks, hair brushes, and salt shakers. We are all fond of our memories with and of her. and are very thankful for the time that God STILL grants us with her amazing spirit and being.
but me… i’m thankful that she knows my little man. that he sees her and gets giddy. that his voice goes UP an octave as he exclaims “Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Titaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” That he has met her. that he knows her. but more importantly that i got to see this interaction between this amazing woman in my life … and my son. To see how much she loves him. how much he makes her smile. to laugh because we all cease to exist when he is around her. to see her feel less pain in her legs when he’s around. to see her take him to the park. to see her surrender to a child’s spirit with him.
there’s nothing greater in the world than that…. and i have a picture of it.