Day 177

Grandmas are moms with lots of frosting.  ~Author Unknown

Grateful for my Gram

There is something about love. 
Something that you feel when you are swept up by your Grandmother's arms.
Something that you feel when she reads you a story or sings you a song.
Something that you remember when you smell the house that she lived in.
Something that you remember when you see pictures of her holding you.
Something that you remember when you look into her gentle Irish eyes.
Something that you know that will be with you forever.
Something that you know will never leave your heart.
Something that you know that is so precious to you...it gives you that lump in your throat.
There is something about love.
Something she taught my Mom, my Aunt, my Uncles...
...and all of her grandchildren.
Love is patient.  Love is kind.
Love is...a Grandma.
And everything else wrapped into one.
I love you, Gram; and not a day goes by that I don't miss you.
<3
To the moon.