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.
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