My Grammy

MOM OF THE DAY

My Grammy is probably the most talented person I know. Not only does she exude incredible style, but she has fantastic sewing skills (and really only uses them to make things for other people), a flower garden that won't quit, recipes to die for, and decorating taste that continues to floor me. Her house looks like a dream cottage, complete with the flower garden and the white arbor covered in vines. She was born and raised a California beach babe, and, as you can see, is as gorgeous as ever. She could easily pass for at least 20 years younger than she is, and often does. Not a wrinkle on that beautiful face.
Grammy has innate ability to make you feel like the most important person in the world, a trait I long to acquire. She is my Dad's mother, the mother of 3 boys, grandmother to 13, and great-grandmother to a number of babies which seems to increase almost monthly. I know all grandmothers are proud of their precious offspring, but my Grammy adores (most often from afar) each and every single one of us and our children, and we're all better for it.

Grammy's house is a child's dream. Chrstmases spent at her house were nothing short of magical, and I've never seen her happier than when she watches children playing. She has dolls that look as though they came from another age, but she gladly lets a three-year-old be the mommy to them. She outfitted a room under her stairs to be just large enough for two little girls (and maybe a little brother) to hold a tea party, complete with real jewelry and hats. Her attic is filled with treasures which she will gladly give you, if you promise to take good care of them. Grammy has artistic talent to spare and I've never seen anyone make her house her home as she does. Houseguests never seem to leave, and the moment they do, someone is always knocking on her door, where she is ready to greet them with a hug and an invitation to sit in the garden.

I have so many wonderful treasures that Grammy has given me. I remember crying at my bridal shower when she gave me an handkerchief that she treasured from her childhood, complete with the box from the fancy LA department store where she got it. Then she handpainted me a cookbook and filled it with her delicious recipes. Audrey's blessing dress will always be a cherished heirloom, Parker's many blankets and Miles' baby book, an exact copy of hers, hold special places in my home.

Grammy, I love you so very much. I'm so proud to call you my Grammy, and I can't wait to see you in June. Get those avocados ready for your yummy guacamole, and we'll drink lemonade in the orchard. I don't think I'm half as excited as my own little sillies are. They love to be at your house.

Happy Mother's Day!

You can visit my Grammy here, on her blog. Yes, she blogs. And no, you can't have her as your Grammy. She's taken.