This is my Grandma, my mom’s mom.  This is how I remember her- beautiful smile, hard working, on their land deep in rural east Texas.  Going to visit Grandma and Grandpa was one of my favorite things to do growing up.  The last few miles to their house wasn’t paved, so we got really excited when we left pavement for the rocky road.  She’s with Jesus now, but so much of her legacy of love remains.  

When my parents came to visit in April, my mom brought the sweater and booties she knit for me when I was a baby.  I cherished the opportunity to put my own sweet baby girl in them, and the chance to reflect on the woman who made them.  I miss her greatly and I’m so grateful for the family she built.  I know she would have loved to meet Hazel.  Thank you, Mom, for keeping these and bringing them to me.  (And thanks to my cousin Amber, for posting so many family pictures for us to enjoy!)