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We recently went to Nebraska to visit my grandmother. We wanted her to be able to meet Miss L. My grandmother recently turned 100. She didn't fully comprehend that we were there or that Miss L was her great-granddaughter but there were some sweet moments. My grandmother cannot see much at all but she was able to recognize that there was a baby in the room and was willing to try and hold her. She felt for Miss L's features and Miss L thought it was pretty fun. Our little girl laughed and smiled and found her great-grandmother to be quite fun. Even the nurses were surprised at how well Baby Girl did in her lap.
It was fun to see and heartbreaking all at the same time. It was sweet to see Little Flower love on her great-grandmother, smile, laugh, and feel safe with her. I wished that my mom was alive to see this and there would be four generations. I think this was the last time that I will see my grandmother. So, there is the sweet and the bitterness of the time spent with my grandmother.
More on our trip to Nebraska in the next few days.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
It's a strange thing wanting coffee each morning. I used to only drink it on the weekends. Now it seems like an essential to start the day. Such is life. Needless to say, I was bummed when the bottom of my coffee mug peeked through. I was tempted for a second cup!
This morning I was faced with the desire for a good cup of coffee. Husband was already gone for the morning, he makes the best cup of coffee for me, so I thought about my options. I didn't want to brew a whole pot because I usually only drink one cup anyway. So, I remembered my handy little french press. Glory! I boiled the water, ground some coffee, and made the rest of my breakfast. The end result was a nice cup of strong coffee sweetened to my liking with some half & half. Lovely.
Whenever I bring out my little french press coffee pot I cannot help but reminisce on the summer of 2004. I made my way across the country to Ocean City, NJ on a summer mission assignment. My roommate, Shanda, always made coffee in a french press. I don't remember when it happened but she then started making me a cup of coffee each morning on the way to staff meetings. How it ministered to my heart! There were a few mornings when I had coffee ready for her after she taught me the art of french press. Ahh... sweet times. I love that simple things bring back such lovely and fond memories of times spent with a sister in Christ and remembering how even simple things can mean so very much and stay with a person for a lifetime.