This last weekend me and my kids went up to Fort Worth to see my sweet
grandparents. My brother and sister n law went with me and brought their
awesome kids too. It was hard to go this time , I had to leave Abigail behind with David because she was sick (before you say that I am a bad mommy David made me go). I like being there when my kids are sick. I never had my mom to take care of me so being sick was kind of lonely for me as a child. Anyway, I felt like I was supposed to go. You know those little feelings you get that poke you right in the tummy and make you feel silly if you don't follow through with whatever it is you feel like you're supposed to do. I had one of those feelings. Well we get up there and are embrace at the door like we always are. We are fed more than we should be, like we always are. We are given items that have been purchased, that we don't need, I might add, at the many garage sales that my
grandparents frequent. I keep thinking that one of those items is going to show up one day on the Antiques Road Show but I am disappointed weekly. While we don't need the items that have been given, we love the Barbie Van with all the stickers peeling off because it means that they have been thinking about us while we are away. They love us.
In the middle of all the food, hugs and garage sale items, we all found out that it had been my Mema's 80th Birthday on April 29th and us ungrateful grandchildren had all forgotten. I felt so bad I cried. I was telling April ( my sister in law) you know these people all your life. They have shaped the very fabric of your being and you don't even know what their favorite color is. My Mema's is blue. I found that out after we gave her a present and sang Happy Birthday to her and after many very sincere apologies. My Dandy's is turquoise. I laughed because if you knew my Dandy you would never have guessed that. On my way home later in the weekend, I started calling all the key people in my life. You know the ones who had a hand in why I am the way I am. I asked them what their favorite color was and oddly enough I found out an awful lot about them but also about myself. I also led to a nice conversation that just meant the world to me and them. So I ask you people out there... What is your favorite color? Mine is green like the green in Abigail's eyes.