A Time for Thanksgiving: Day 23

Whoopie!  Day 23

Today, I'm celebrating gratitude for my Grum.  I know I've written about her on Ye Olde Blahg before, but it bears repeating:  my Grum is incredible.  And I'm so blessed to not only have a grandmother who is still living, but to have THIS one.  She's 85 years old.  She lived with me and helped my mom raise me from the time I was 12. She moved back to Iowa when I was in my mid-20s, and we've spoken pretty much weekly since then.  Grum is fiercely protective of those she loves, independent, and never lets an opinion go to waste.  She taught me how to eat with the correct fork, how to use a soup spoon, how to bone a chicken, and told me when it was time for a new bra ("Honey, you about gave yourself a black eye coming down the stairs.").  She taught me about both people who were who were "1/2 a bubble off", and how to hang pictures so they aren't "crooked as a dog's hind leg".  She taught me to go with "good enough" when perfect was not only elusive, but silly.  She has walked through the valley of the shadow of death with two of her four children, and one fiance--who died on their wedding day...and has done so with grace, dignity, and quite a bit of pluck. 

Is she irreverent?  Sometimes.  Is she stubborn?  Ahem.  Yes.  Is she strong, intelligent, artistic, and able to make a dollar stretch into next year?  Yes. Yes. Yes.

To me...she is practically perfect. 

Thank You, Jesus, for my Grum. 

July 2011