Something Old....

Some of you know the extent that my Grandma Hunter held onto everything.

Some of you carried the boxes and boxes out of her basement.

Lately, I've felt her near me. It's a byproduct from living in her house.

The other night, I sat rocking in her rocking chair. In the middle of the kitchen - most definitely her domain. I was thinking to myself, "Grandma wouldn't be in this situation because she would have already figured out how to use what she had to make it work."

Then the next day everything just fell together - almost in my lap.

Last week, CB had stolen my measuring spoons to use in his play kitchen and I was desperate. In the middle of a recipe and needed to measure out baking powder and I couldn't find a single one.

{Did you know how important it is to use baking POWDER when it's asked for? First time I'd screwed that one up!}

Without thinking, I opened the cupboard and one of Grandma's old measuring spoons dented and showing its use and age where I had checked a million times just seconds before.

I have found a new appreciation for how she lived her life. Those good ole' days she talked about suddenly seem pretty golden.

Miss you, Grandma. I've missed you for years, but lately it's a new ache. A bittersweet one.