The weather is terrible this morning. Cold and rainy. Staying in and staying warm is on the agenda. One thing about going home is I can usually count on some of my favorite things. Seeing my Grandma and Grandpa are high on that list.
What is it about the older I get, the more I love talking to them?
Is it the wisdom? Is it knowing the stories I hear now are the ones I will pass down? Or is it just because the more I hear, the more I realize how alike we are?
Maybe it’s just because of how much we laugh when we get together. Whether it’s local gossip, articles in the paper, or those frazzling commercials that we try to understand, we laugh a lot.
And why are things better at Momma’s house and Grandma’s house? Even the dog likes the water better at Grandmas. The pillows are fluffier. The same Diet Coke has an extra zing in the jelly jars and insulated cups.
The hot chicken dip will taste better in Momma’s Corning Ware than anything I can make at home….in her handed down Corning Ware. The soup is amazing and I’ve never been able to make it just like Grandma. She even has the same soup mug as I do. But mine won’t be as good. Not yet, anyway.
Maybe it’s knowing they make food just for us? Or they have secrets that we don’t have yet? Maybe it’s the love we know is attached to it. And they are just as excited to spend time with us.
We should stay in more often. Even on bright sunny days.