My Grams- Everything I Could Hope To Be

I have a grandma.  & she is the cutest thing in this world might i add.  Her name is Carol Ann but i prefer to call her g-diddle and i think its starting to grow on her too. 
my grams is long socks with sandals that have a cork bottom,
she is the little lady who will be wearing glasses on her face, around her neck,
 and well frantically searching for her glasses.
she is the mug of peppermint tea when your tummy is aching away.
she is the little one you see bundled up strutting her way on her morning walk up fourth north
grams is the best homemade popcorn you'll ever have &the Christmas wreath that hangs on a door. 
Always yielding candy canes for those she loves.
She is a closet full of wonderful clothes that you can't help but ask for. 
She is the one that will take the shirt off her back and give it to you just because its one you've always admired & wanted. 
she is the fearless spider killer and the keeper of the bear in her basement. 
My grams is homemade grape juice and a pile of crisp leaves.

But what i admire her most for is her testimony and love for the gospel.
If i can be half as strong as her in my faith when i reach her age, i will be one happy camper.

The worst thing my carol can call anyone is a tarb. (brat backwards) and she's so darn cute that zero offense can be taken.
my grams is an angel on earth. 
&Everything I Could Hope To Be.

Selfish Wants&Dire Desires

    Wants.  I've got beyond loads of them despite my thousand and one blessings from my father above....

I want to go to D I  and binge on lovely cozy sweaters. I want a quaint&quiet cottage in the woods with cupboards full of hot cocoa and a bed of comfy quilts.

 I want to live in the fall for longer then aseason.. watch the never ending leaves drift.

 I want a closer relationship with my father above,

 the kind you make pinky promises with. 

I want a baby that reflects my Jordan, a little boy that will play football and who will love his momma. 

I want to learn to knit better and create a nifty sweater of my own design. 

I long to have a horse with a mane I can braid and a mouth that has a love for crisp carrots.

 I want to go on a safari and feel the African sun beat down on me.

 I want to learn to paint so I could construct delicate feathers on canvas and hang it in a place I call my own. I wish to conquer my fears and to be the heroine of a story, one that is looked up to. 

But lastly I wish to live a long life in the arms of the one I belong too,

 this dream of mine I know will come true. 

The rest can just be selfish wants and dire desires.