So after I left work yesterday, Joe let me know that dinner wasn't quite ready & suggested that I run to the grocery store before I come home. I did---and thoroughly enjoyed taking my time...knowing that dinner would be waiting on me when I got there. I opened the door, and the aroma of freshly mopped floors delighted my nose! It just "felt" so clean! It was sooooo nice! We enjoyed our spaghetti while we watched "Wheel of Fortune'...then it was bath/homework time. I reminded him that the Dallas Cowboys had a game...so we watched that, until we could no longer hold our heads up. The last thing I remember, was there was only a little over 2 minutes left in the game...and then it was 6:00 this morning & my alarm clock was going off.
During our down time last night, we had several phone calls/texts from Kayla. She has a decision to make this week...one that is her decision....one that I can't just say "do this" or "do that"...it is a decision that has to come from her heart. She is severely homesick...and that doesn't help things. She LOVES college...but she is still homesick. Us being over there all weekend long, sorta made her emotional. She called this morning, while Abbey and I were in the carpool line...and she has made "that" decision...and has a total peace about it...so I assured her that it was definitely the RIGHT decision.
My granny died 7 years ago. It is hard to believe that it has been that long ago. We were close. I shared things with her, that I would not/could not share with my mother. She was there for me and I trusted her. My relationship with my parents is better now, than it was when we moved to Birmingham, but we still don't have the greatest communication/understanding. They did not approve of my marriage & that caused a lot of tension, at what should have been one of the happiest days of my life---and it was---but it could have been a lot less stressful...if I had not been made to feel "guilty" that I going against their desire for me. Not having my daddy or my two sisters at my wedding hurt, and it still hurts to this day. I wish my granny was still around to give me advise...or to just listen to me. I have 2 treasures (well, I only have one in my possession---Kayla TOOK the other one with her to college!). My granny made quilts...nothing fancy...not a fancy pattern...just simple block quilts. Most of them where made with left-over fabric from dresses that she had. She didn't have a sewing machine...and every part of the quilt was sewn with her own fingers. I have 2 of these treasures...and they are the GREATEST comfort blankets. ANYTIME me or the girls are feeling blue, sick (yes they have been thrown up on!) or lonely, we get "Great-Granny's Blanket" and cuddle. Kayla took one with her (which I discovered AFTER she was gone!). Abbey has the other one on her bed right now...it seems to give her the comfort that she needs, now that her sister is away. The days that I have felt bad these past few weeks, I have taken the quilt off of Abbey's bed, and wrapped myself up in it on the sofa. One day, I hope that I have created something that will bring a comfort to my kids/grandkids/great grandkids. I don't think Great-Granny's quilts are going to make it to another generation...so I may just have to learn how to quilt!