. . .In A Box

You know what they say: With age comes wisdom. . . 
and then again, they say: Great things come in small packages. 
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 
 
I guess you could say both of these statements are very true. 
 
Just last night my mom and I were talking about my dad. Mary Elizabeth was there and she noticed just how very  sad  ” the best Nana ever” was getting while the best Nana talked about her beloved husband. 
 
In a very wise and mature voice Lizzy said: ” Nana, you don’t have to miss Grandpa. He lives in your heart.”    
 
~ “See, I’ll show you.”~ 
 
Because our wisest and littlest one didn’t know how to draw a heart, Elizabeth asked “the best Nana ever” to draw a heart for her. 
 
So Nana drew the heart and Liz goes on to say in her wisest voice. . .
 
“See, just like this Nana.” “He’s little, tiny.” “In your heart.” and Liz drew a little, tiny man. . . in Nana’s heart. 
 
Liz then says. . .“Oh! but, In a box.” 
and then she lovingly drew a box around her grandpa. . . in Nana’s heart.  
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 
 
You see, the last time Mary Elizabeth saw her grandpa it was at his funeral. She had just turned three years old.  She knows her grandpa has died and has gone to heaven “to be with the Saints and Angles”.  We tell her this all the time. 


What she can’t figure out is  ~ why in the world he has gone to this place called heaven. . . and. . .Why?. . .  In a box of all things.  
 
 
and the house broke out into laughter and the Best Nana Ever said. . . 
 
“Boy! Would Grandpa love that.” 


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A Day without the Best Nana Ever

Mary Elizabeth and I went to the Scottish Games at Furman University last weekend to see the activities and in hopes to meet up with “the best Nana ever” and Auntie, her sister. 

We saw men is skirts doing all kinds of things like: throwing sand bags and polls, playing bag pipes and flutes to beautiful dresses for woman.   ~ Sadly, we never found Nana or Auntie.

Without finding “the best Nana ever and her sister“,  quite honestly Mary Elizabeth was not very impressed with the Scottish Games or the men in skirts. 


She wanted to feed the Swans. Now to her, that is something to see. Everyone knows Furman is the place a person should go to feed ducks.  We left our hopes of finding Nana and her sister: We left the Scottish men in skirts and went to the ducks and swans.  

Although the swans were very exciting the day was hot.  We decided blue ice cream was in order and thought just maybe Nana and her sister might have the same idea.  They like ice cream.             But, it ended up just being the two of us.               One of us was happy about that ~ the other one. . .well. . . she just wanted to see “the best Nana ever. . . that was all.”



When we saw balloons in the distance our hearts soared with pure joy . 


We thought it would be fun to call Stephen to ask if he wanted to join us in our great balloon chase. After all, everyone knows,  if you can’t see “the best Nana ever. . . and her sister” “the best big brother ever” IS . . .well. . . second best. 


So we quickly picked up Stephen and began our adventure (( with our second best))  “the best big brother ever” by our side.

 and we  “chased balloons ALL. . . Night. . . Long” ~   as my youngest daughter tells the story. 
The End! 
Playing along with: 

~ A Grand Party for a Grand Lady ~

The party was grand I tell you! Just GRAND! 
The table was set with only the best: Waterford, silver,  and fine china.

The cake was made of chocolate, chocolate and a little chocolate thrown in for good measure. 

We invited new friends,


dear friends and their daughters, 

neighbors, 

and dear, dear friends of years gone past. 

The grandchildren came. 
They wore their finest. 

Of course Auntie and her Jim were there. They would never miss such an occasion. 
Aunt Georgia drove in from Florida and was the prize of the evening. 


There was great conversation, 


singing, a little bit of singing, then of course there was singing and don’t forget  “the song”


a little bit more cake, laughter and tears of joy.

  

There was real happiness. 

Happiness that fills your heart with pure joy ran through the house that night.  You could just feel it.  It was a grand party for a grand lady.     

         ~  Just as it should have been. ~ 


“I believe in loyalty. When a women reaches an age she likes, she should stick with it.” ~ Eva Gabor



Ni Hao Yall


Unknown Mami

~ The Big Secret ~

This week is dragging on. There is so much to do with little time to do it all. 


There is school to get done and all the other household things that go along with a famly.                                   

~ Sometimes the load just seems so heavy. ~ 


Then of course the lazy days of summer are fast approaching and this makes  our day to day things even harder to focus on.   

The exciting news I haven’t told you about this week is there is a GREAT big party coming up.  I’ll tell you who it is for later. I’m not suppose to say anything. 

If there is one thing I can do it is keep a secret.  So you didn’t hear any of this from me.  
. . . We are all very excited . . .  

Did I say the party is a secret? Do me a favor and don’t say anything. 

I better get back to work. . . .You know what they say, “a woman’s work is never done”. . . and of course there is “the big party” we are having for our mom to get ready for. 

The Weavers of the Fabric ~

It has been said that woman are the weavers of the fabric of society. For without woman we would not have the family.  Without woman we would not have the guidance or the  direction of our mothers. 

My father would say, woman are the strength of society and most importantly the strength of the family. He would say, emotionality woman are the stronger sex. He would also say, It is woman who make or break the family. 

In honor of Mothers this week, the theme over at I Heart Faces is Motherhood.   

This photo is of my niece’s daughter and my mother,  the child’s great grandmother. This is the photo that says motherhood to me.  

In this photo I see the  gentle guidance a woman gives to the ones she loves throughout her life. I see how a mother holds a hand dearly when one needs it and then somehow that woman gently points in the right direction, like only a mother can.  

Happy Mothers Day!


Extravagant Love

Is there such a thing as Extravagant Love? 

A love that you spend everything you have on.  A love that takes a life time to build.  A love that you give over the top for. 

I believe LOVE can be Extravagant and Extraordinary and Beautiful all at the same time. 


I cannot let this day go by with out telling you: Today, April 18th,  would have been our parents 58th wedding anniversary.  I can also tell you,  our father would have celebrated this day with his wife extravagantly. Not because he was a show off. No, he was never a show off. He knew he could never buy her love. He wanted to show just how VERY much he loved. 


He would have celebrated this day extraordinarily and freely by giving the love he had for her extravagantly. . . like, only he could. He would have lavished our mother with great gifts, fine dinning and only the best he could offer. He would do this because of the love my parents shared, and, I believe, still share for each other was IS a GREAT love. 

An Extravagant, Extraordinary Love



Happy 13th Birthday BUT!

Last weekend was Bailey’s 13th birthday. 
A Great Big Party was thrown.
                                                    
13! 
Now, everyone knows behind every great party there is a great Nana who will throw that party.

And It was so. . . there were presents,  

games, 

a zip lines, 

and new friends to be made.

But,

There was just one thing. . . There is a slight. . . well I think it’s a huge mystery when it come to the cake.  Okay, I said it ~ It’s a huge mystery when it comes to the cake! 

Now again, everyone knows the cake is the most important thing when it comes to the success of that party. 


RIGHT???


Of course! 

You see, my mother makes a killer cake. As Auntie says, we may not know good fruit BUT we know a good chocolate cake when we smell one.  

Monday my mother told me she was making a cake for this party. I know my mother. She doesn’t mess around when it comes to chocolate cake. She makes this out of the world chocolate cake. It melts in your mouth. 



Melts! In your Mouth!



I mean it’s so good you will plan ahead and think to your self. . .SELF. . .we have the cake tomorrow. Do you really want to eat that today and worry about big numbers on the scale after we have had the cake?  

NO! 


You starve and wait for the cake. Because it has frosting made from heaven! 

HEAVEN! 

See, you can see it here. . .This was a cake my mother made for Kathryn’s birthday week. Can you see how wonderful it looks?


Her cakes are always home made. The frosting is about a half-inch thick of . . . F-U-D-G-E . . . This is a Fudge frosting that melts in your mouth. Fudge like only your Great Aunt Betsy makes and my mom has the recipe!  


It’s Drop dead delicious Fudge Frosting that will send you to your knees. Fudge that you will run that extra 6 miles for! and say THANK YOU JESUS!!! THANK YOU for making fudge and putting it on cake. 


Now, here’s the thing:



I don’t want to accuse anyone of anything. That’s just not the kind of  blog I’m running here…but you know…I’m kind of upset…because there was canned frosting on this cake. 


NO! FUDGE! 
CANNED!  Betty Crocker. . .

I‘ll say it again. I know your shocked! CANNED! BETTY CROCKER! NO! FUDGE! 

NO! FUDGE! 


You can only imagine my disappointed. . .I skipped meals for this cake. . . I ran a few extra miles in the morning to have this cake.  


 My mother “says” she put the fudge frosting on the cake and sent it out to have it decorated.  I’m not going to tell you who decorated this cake at all because, like i said before. . .that’s just not the kind of blog I’m running here. 


BUT! 


If you guys figure out it was her mother ~ I can’t help it that you’r smart. 

YOUR JUST SMART! 



The cake looked really nice! It was decorated into a paint ball target thing or whatever.  Our girl is very talented!


 VERY TALENTED! 

But, can she be trusted??? Did my mother even put the fudge frosting on this cake??? Can my mother be trusted?



I just don’t know where to turn.

I heard something said about the cake being easier to decorate with a different frosting on it.  I just have one thing to say. . .



WHAT???

I just want to know one thing?

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE FUDGE FROSTING???

What happened!?

Did I tell you I was really looking forward to the cake. . .Did I mention that at all???  HELLO???

Unknown Mami

Getting Her Nana Home

Well! She had enough! 


Her bags were packed for weeks. She was finally on her way. At long last the time had come to see Nana . . .who had escaped to the Sunny Side.


“The Sunny Side” is where the oranges grow,



the skies are always blue, and the ocean is knocking at your back door: 



Jensen Beach, Florida! 



Don’t think for one minute this trip was ALL fun and games. 



She WAS on a mission: 

One . . . To bring Nana back home to South Carolina. 


Two . . .To bring Nana back home to South Carolina.


AND 



 Three . . . Mary Elizabeth wanted to make sure her dear Nana was okay after a fall off of a stability ball and an exercise nightmare. 



And here is another thing . . . Day two of our mother’s trip: The word is Nurse Auntie had to rush up to Nana’s apartment to assist in a sliced foot incident. This was due to an  attack made by shattered glass that cut the top of Nana’s foot rather badly. 



All this made us wonder. . . Is this place safe? 

We did our best to make due in this breathtaking land: 


We woke to the sun peeking over the water, warming our sleepy faces every morning . . . like clock work.  


We saw cousin Beth and her son Micheal. We learned it is not only good to know a nurse, it is good to know a pharmacist when you need one too.  


As Micheal fished, his mom saved the day by assisting with the medications our mother was taking for the pain from “the” fall. 




We went for long walks and suffered through these glorious warm days with the wind blowing through our hair and the smell of the ocean tickling our senses. 

 

On their way home, my sister Margaret and her boys who had also been visiting, stopped by our Father’s old stomping grounds  Kennedy Space Center. Margaret wanted to make sure things were still running smoothly and the final launch of Space Shuttle Discovery would be off on time. 


This was a good thing too, those of us that stayed behind wanted to see a rocket in the sky once again. 


The feeling of watching the rocket take off brought back so many warms memories of years gone past. I could feel our Father’s spirit soring as high as the rocket that was launched. 


It was good to back again in this place that we loved,


 to feel the sand on our finger tips again, 

and watch the sun sink into the bay as it whispered it’s good night. 


To some of us . . .the best part of going to Florida was not playing in the salt water and feeling the warmth of the sun on our back; 


 It was going home and making sure EVERYONE was where they need to be.