My grandmother

This is my grandmother. Pray-er, crafter, crochet-er, quilter, sewer, lover of laughter and family.

I won't tell you her age because that would be rude but because I'm very proud of her longevity, I will let it slip that she was born in 1921.

We're not quite sure what Santa was saying to her, but she was certainly enjoying it.

Since she lives with my parents we were able to enjoy her presence in and out of our Christmas celebrations over the last four days.

And this. This memory will stay with me forever. HopeAnne learned to crochet in the past 2 months. Knowing that (Great) Grandmom has been the creator of many of our household decorations through the years, HopeAnne decided to ask Grandmom to teach her a new stitch. Grandmom was more than happy to help her out.

Proof that you don't have to share DNA to be family, that love flows through generations, and that each family member has a role to play.

My grandmother with her children