Here is today’s topic for the May blog challenge:
Day 12, Sunday: What do you miss? (a person, a thing, a place, a time of your life…)
I’m a 54-year-old (okay almost 55-year-old) woman who honestly admits that she misses her grandmothers. I was blessed to have these two women in my life until just a few years ago. But this year I miss them even more – maybe it’s because I became a grandmother myself and I feel the incredibly big love that I have for my grandson, Caden. I wish I could call them and tell them how I made a certain sound and he burst out laughing and it made my heart soar. I wish they could hold him and touch the fine hair on his head. I wish they were here so they could see what a wonderful mother my daughter is.
And yet.. the memory of them roll in and out of my days. They are a part of me when I stir something in a mixing bowl they used or when I pull a dessert glass that was passed down to me. I am grateful for these women who loved me with a love I’m just now beginning to understand. I now get why they enjoyed my biggest and smallest accomplishments and ached when I hurt.
And now it’s time to wipe the tears from eyes, turn the computer off and go exercise because I can hear my grandmother’s voice in my head and heart saying “Debbie, I am so proud of the way you take care of yourself.”

I love you! And I know they are proud of you!
Thanks Tamara.