Despite my good intentions, this blog is arriving a little later than anticipated due to the sheer craziness of my course load this semester. But I couldn't let this adorable moment slip away...
*Written January 28*
I arrived home last night, a little bit perplexed as to why there was a package perched atop my mailbox. I had already received the books I ordered online and wasn't expecting anything from my Mom. When I looked at the return address label, I noticed it was from my Grandma. To provide a bit of background, my "Grandma" is not really my Grandma. She's the mother of my mom's mean ex-husband who was our saving grace during the times when his abuse took its toll. She provided us a safe haven when we needed it and now, seven years after the dissolution of my mom's second marriage, this amazing, kind and Godly woman will always be my Grandma.
I busted inside my apartment, searching for anything in the kitchen sharp enough to puncture the stellar tape job she had done to this mystery package. Having attacked it with a random steak knife, I opened it to find a stack of cookbooks and cooking magazines with an envelope lain across. Inside the envelope was a note that read,
Dear Kaity,
Upon cleaning up after the holidays I came across these cooking books and I thought of you. Seeing your getting ready to be a future wife and homemaker, I hope they will be of some use for you and Chuck. Meantime I pray that thing are going well for you both and you become a terrific cook. Keep in touch.
Love, Gram
And there you have it: sweetest woman alive. Although my inner-feminist slightly cringed at the thought of being looked at as a "homemaker," I was so deeply touched by this small gesture. With a handful of cookbooks, my Grandma managed to convey to me the support of my blossoming relationship, hope for my future and her love for me as her "unofficial" grandchild.
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Me, Grandma and Kelly circa 2006 |
That is so sweet. And there is something particularly wonderful about hand-me-down cookbooks.
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