So, for those of you who have not read previous posts, we’re in Las Vegas. Its always fun coming through the pass just before you see the city lights. As we drove through the black abyss, suddenly we came through the little canyon that opened up just over the millions of little lights. Dave was sleeping, so I woke him up and we just silently admired the peace while the girls were sleeping in the back. It was a lot later than we had planned because we did not get off as expected, but thats ok.
I love visiting my Granny. She’s pretty crazy most of the time, but 100% of the craziness translates into fun. Grandpa is also pretty comical. This morning they gave Tori part of her birthday present. It was a little movie with kids playimg while they sang nursery rhymes. To one of the tunes, Grandpa suddenly burst into song, “I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when its hot, I wear my woolen undies in the winter when its not, and sometimes in the springtime and sometimes in the fall, I jump between the sheets with nothing on at all!” I started dying laughing.
For those of you who don’t know the story, my grandparents got married when I was about 10. Granny had come to visit us in Las Vegas, from Canada when I was 8, and my dad introduced them to each other at church. a few years later, they got married, and its been crazy ever since. Before we moved to Oklahoma, I saw them on a weekly basis. Jenny and I have many great memories riding home in Grandpa’s green truck trying to keep our dresses from flying up in the wind. I first started really baking without reserve, with Granny. She’d let me come over and do whatever I wanted. She never critisized the finished product or made me feel dumb for the things that inevitably, flopped. I remember once, making a HUGE mess. Instead of being mad, Granny just said, “Its not fun if you don’t make a mess!”. I remember juicing pomegranates and making all kinds of jelly, pies, and other concoctions with the juice. I remember spitting watermelon seeds off the back porch and the next year finding a watermelon plant that produced the best watermelon I’ve ever eaten. Once, I rode a go-cart at their house- I had my first wreckless driving experience and Granny, had her first near heartattack. I was driving across the front yard, when I looked back to wave at Granny, I drove right into this bench she had, and just like in the movies, the bench went flying up in the air, the pieces scatttering, and Granny came out running and yelling. I, luckily, walked away unscathed and with a heck of a sore side from laughing so hard. Grandpa is sitting next to me now, and we’re still laughing about it. “Granny still tells that story”.
As I’ve grown up, Granny and Grandpa have always been there for me. When I lived by myself, I was paranoid about walking alone at night. My only time to cash my check was the deposit after hours on Friday night, after I got off work. So, every Friday night, I’d call Granny and talk about life while I walked the couple miles to the bank and then the trip back home. Every Friday night, she was there to listen. I don’t remember her ever not answering the phone and I knew, that if someone kidnapped me or killed me, at least my Granny would know what happened.
My crazy, but sweet Granny has been the source of many amazing memories, and after she married Grandpa, things have only been more fun, and more memorable. The two of them together are hilarious. They are both incredibly generous and I have many friends that call them Granny and Grandpa, too. Even my in laws have come to affectionately know them as “Granny and Grandpa”.
Recently, I’ve been reminded a lot of just how short this life is. Of course, I’m not sure how much longer we all have together, but I certainly hope it’s a long time. I’m so happy that I’m named after Granny, and so proud that my little girl is too. I hope to be half as talented, generous, and caring as Granny is, and that someday, I learn as much patience as Grandpa displays. He never gets mad at her, and I’ve never heard him speak ill of her, or be rude to her. It’s a spectacular example of how to live life.
I love them both so much, and it’s so nice to come and visit. I know here, I always have a home away from home, and that they’ll always be so excited to see us. Here they are!