The most beautiful smile I ever saw was my Grandma’s. It wasn’t Hollywood beautiful—you know the so called ‘millionaire’ smile with perfectly straight white teeth you pay a mint for, or lip augmentation for those perfectly shaped lips, or a cute dimple to catch the eye. No, it had none of those so called ‘perfect smile’ characteristics. Grandma’s teeth were kind of crooked and yellowed with age. She wore no lipstick nor surgical enhancements to give her smile that extra charm, nor did I ever notice a God-given dimple. Continue reading
I thought I’d do a series on inspirational people who have overcome trials—or are enduring them day to day—with a smile on their face. These ANGELS make life easier for us. Instead of griping about their trials or thorns in their flesh, they reach out to others to lift them up to God. That’s why they’re angels.
Today’s angel is my Grandma. When I was little, I took my grandma for granted; I didn’t realize then that she was an angel. When we’d visit, I’d quickly kiss her, then find my cousins and dash off to the mountain to climb or go play in the barn. The adults sat inside and visited…boring.
I got hurt a lot as a kid—scraped knees, elbows, burnt fingers from exploding cap guns, a bee sting to my toe. It didn’t matter how I got hurt, grandma would always giggle as she made me better. It baffled me as a kid. Why did she think it was funny when I got hurt? Continue reading
Here’s my son (several years ago when he was still cute and cuddly like a puppy…not big and smelling of B.O. and Axe at the same time. How is that possible?)
He wasn’t too excited to have this picture taken. I don’t know if it was the costume I made him wear, or the fact that I was keeping him from important things like his army men who were lined up in battle formations all over the kitchen floor…but he was surly!
“Are we done yet? Can I go? Can I take this goofy rag off and give it to Ginger to eat?”
Mean Mom: “No! Now smile and look happy!” Continue reading