My Nanny

I couldn't let Mother's Day go by and not give a nod to my grandmother, Nanny. To call her my grandmother seems a little to formal for me. She has been everything to me at some point in my life. She cared for me when no one else would, she witnessed my first word, my first choir performance, my first heart break, she was there and still is.

She is the most beautiful person I know. Since becoming a foster parent after her husband died, she basically died to self and lived for others. I've never known her to wear designer clothes, or buy "nice" things for herself, but she managed to shave $20 off the grocery budget one summer to buy me something so silly that I thought I'd die without. She is amazing, such a testament to selfless giving. She is not attached to worldly possessions like the rest of us folk. We might think we're not attached but we are. She'd go without so that you could have and she'd give you her best china (if she had any) without batting an eye if she thought it might make you smile. We disagree at times and she has made some mistakes along the way, but her heart is bigger than Texas and she'd walk 20 miles in the rain to come see me if I needed her, that is love. I love her more than words, she has given me so much!

I love you, Nanny!!!!!!!!