Random Thoughts of a Mother, Homemaker, Wife, and Child of God
I really don't know what I am doing here. I am more of a blog reader than a writer. I want this to be a way for friends and family to see into our lives....so here we go. That is if I think it is interesting enough.
My Mom did not make cookies very often, but when she did it was a big deal - a very big deal with a very big amount of cookie. One batch of Mom's cookies made 7 dozen, so doubling the batch meant 14 dozen cookies. That's 168 cookies. Her philosophy was a good one. I mean, if you are going to make cookies, make as many as you can. Two batches is not much more work than one, and then you can eat cookies for days and days. And, well, they're cookies. Can you get much better than chocolate chip cookies or oatmeal cookies. (No raisins, please. Raisins ruin everything.) Can you really have too many cookies?
But there was one step my Mom added, that would you not find in the cookbook. Most chocolate chip cookie recipes state to drop the dough by teaspoonfuls onto an ungreased cookie sheet. This was not acceptable to her. So we would grab the dough by the teaspoonful, roll it into a ball in our hands and bake them this way. The result was perfectly round cookies. …
I am not and never will be a gardener. The joke here at my house is that plants quake in their roots when I am around. I can understand why my family and the plants feel that way. Honestly, I kill them.
So when our azalea bush in the front yard started dying several years ago, I didn't worry much about it. It was just the same old cycle repeating itself. The first couple years we lived here, it bloomed magnificently in the spring like an azalea should. But, like most plants I am in contact with, it changed. The leaves turned dark. The foliage grew thin. The gorgeous and abundant flowers from the first few years were replaced by only leaves.
Interestingly, my plant was being suffocated by a sly Virginia Creeper. Over the years, this creeper had planted itself right in the middle of my azalea, and slowly inched its way over much of the healthy plant....suffocating it....stifling its beauty ....crushing its leaves....killing it.
In the end, my bush was pitiful, misshap…
Today we celebrated the life of my Grandma Mavis. I cannot tell you how bittersweet this week has been. There is a huge hole in my heart, and yet, I know that Grandma is no longer suffering, no longer in pain, no longer in poor health. She is totally healed, walking the streets of gold with her Savior, Jesus Christ. Grandma lived her life as Christ would want her too. Loving him and loving others.
Today was hard. I was asked to do a reading and share some memories during the service. It was probably one of the most difficult things I have done. I wanted to share my part as a tribute to my Grandmother.
No words could ever truly express how much Grandma means to me or how much I love her. So instead, I want to take a moment and share a few thoughts about my grandma. Grandma’s house was one of the most exciting places for us as kids, and the main reason was the people that lived there. Grandma made it exciting. We would play games, never ending games of skip-bo, phase Ten, Uno…