Grandma Cay

grandpa and grandma

My grandma lives with my parents and I have had the opportunity to head to Minnesota to stay with her a couple times this spring. This gives my parents time to get away from home for a bit.
At the end of the seven days or five days or however many days it may be, I am always anxious to get back to the hustle and bustle of life with my husband, our new house, and the projects that always seem to pop up.

But, I am so thankful for these times with my grandma. We have the same conversations about every two minutes and she is always so surprised when she comes out of her room for dinner and supper and finds that it is just us two eating.
"Just the two of us?!" She'll ask with surprise. "Where is everybody?"

After dinner she'll either be in one of two places - the red chair in the living room, reading the newspaper (and whispering aloud as she reads), or her bedroom, doing a crossword. No matter where she is, she is content. And that is something I admire about her.
I also admire her patience. Growing up, whether it be playing with my sisters and I on the swing set, painting rocks found from the field, or watercoloring, she was always so good with us. It was always such a treat to head to grandma and grandpa's and for that I am thankful.

So as I sit at the table with grandma, and the conversation repeats itself again and again...and again, I smile and just appreciate the time spent with my 95 year old grandma.
Before I know it, these times will be gone.