Then there is the woman herself. She is quiet and beautiful and her eyes, well look at them they are amazing. I have always had a fascination with this woman. Always wanted to know more about her life. Recently I've gotten to see pictures from when she was younger, her life as a mother. There is just something about her. I can't really put my finger on it, maybe it's her experience, her wisdom, her beauty. I am just not sure what it is, but after I am away from her I can't help but feel that I was in the presence of someone truly amazing. I am so happy to be a piece of her legacy, to have her name in mine and to pass it on to my daughter.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
In yesterday's post I mentioned that we went to my Great Grandmother's house. We just call her Grandma Rose. Her house is as much a part of this family as I am. She's been living in it for my entire life. All of her family has measured their height on the wall of her house, seeing how they measure up with cousins and second cousins. She has the same furniture, the same red carpet and black couch. The pictures are all in their particular places and they have been there for decades. We've all played in the basement and in the park across the street and many have since taken their children to do the same.
Posted by Maria Rose at Sunday, December 13, 2009