So my trip home last night was everything I hoped it would be. My Grandma and I have always been incredibly close, and I've always known she was wise and had great advice to share, but last night on the way back home, we had one of the greatest conversations ever.
We talked about everything from the wackiness in our family, to death, to how to not choose a husband that's not, and I quote, "a shit-ass," like some of my other family members have done...
My Grandma is my hero for so many reasons. She's most definitely the toughest broad I know, and the kindest, funniest, most loving Grandmother I've ever met. Her love for her family is unconditional, she didn't even flinch when she found out about my tattoo, she just smiled and told me how pretty it was. She's most proud of the bumper-sticker on the back of her van that says she's a Texas Tech Grandmother, and swears that that's the only way people in her town of 300 know it's her when she drives by.
And last night, when we had our little talk, she made me feel so much more at ease about everything that's going on in my life. She's a very honest, very frank woman, and I've never appreciated that more about her than I did last night.
And apparently she raised her son to be very much like her.
Daddy and I drove her home last night, so he and I had 30 minutes of uninterrupted father-daughter time as we drove back to town to discuss everything from the wackiness in our family, to death, to why it's best to find someone that's you can live with instead of someone who looks good, because in his words, "Everyone looks ugly when they get old."
I am so incredibly blessed to be raised in a family like mine.
God must have big things in store for me if he chose to give me to them.
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