there is one thing i crave towards the end of winter and it is the sight and smell of fresh cut grass and budding flowers. my favorite flower of all times is the hydrangea. they say it's your grandmother's flower. i love that idea. it feels classic. it feels timeless.
there's something to said about loving the things of old. keeping the traditions. i guess that's why these flowers remind me of my mema. she was beautiful, classic, sweet, and always wonderful to be around. she was timeless. she was the most gentle, kind-hearted, serving woman i know (next to my mom of course!). she passed on a great legacy to us. one of putting others before ourselves, of loving everyone, of showing kindness to everyone. she was petite, endearing, beautiful, and she loved the Lord.
he is with the Lord now. i only wish she could know my son, or i guess even more so, i wish he could know her. to experience my memories like her little pink house, the big pecan trees, the back yard filled with treasures to be explored, the smell of her muffins baking, or a meal of fried chicken, black eyed peas, & cornbread. i won't forget going fishin in her living room with a tree branch and string and a bologna sandwich in hand. she will always be in my memory. she is part of me and i'm so glad for that heritage. thank you mema. i miss you but i know i'll see you again someday. until then, i can look at this flower and remember you. i love you.
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along with the tulip, these are my favorites as well. love them.
What a beautiful and sweet memorial :)
Now when I see these flowers, I'll think of you too.
Take care & have a great weekend.
Candace
Ahh, what a sweet post. Your mema sounds like she was an amazing woman. Isn't it a blessing to be able to have those sweet memories of her. Grandparents really are the best!
What a sweet tribute to Mema. It is a blessing to see that the generations do have an impact and leave handprints on those who follow. The handprints from your Mema are precious and much of her is reflected in you.
Mema left a legacy of loving unconditionally. She did not leave a legacy of "things" being more important than people. She was a Mary, not a Martha. She never had an enemy and was known for how she loved, not how clean her house was or having the best clothes. She knew those things were temporal and had NO eternal value.That's what I want to value most also. Now that't a legacy.
Very sweet...I too miss my Grandmother! It's great to be reminded of her, here and there. I love hydrangias too! I have one in my yard...gonna plant another this year! As soon as it stops going below freezing around here! :)
steph your son is absolutely the most handsome thing EVER!!!! you must be so proud!!! i am so sad i have yet to lay eyes on him. sigh.
and on another note, i couldn't agree with the flower sentiment any MORE.
looking around and seeing/smelling flowers has made me feel ALIVE again. i think i should just move to a place that has flowers all year 'round. wanna come? :)
AHHH spring and then summer. My heart still takes that long anticipated road trip back to Texas this time of year. No car seats just a mattress sporting Road runner sheets thrown in the back of a wood paneled station wagon.
I do miss those days.
Mema was one of a kind.
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