Grandma came for a visit, and I have to share, we chat well into the night like schoolgirls when she does. We usually visit with all the family and then when everyone is off to bed we sit up and talk. We have had some very sweet talks over the years from when I was around 18-20 years old and experiencing what love was like at the same time my grandmother was experiencing love for the second time in her life after having been a widow. We chatted then about the butterflies you get in your stomach when you really like someone. We have talked about what life has been like over the years and these sweet chats are akin to a slumber party with a dear friend.
We had breakfast together yesterday and chatted about how when grandma was a girl there was no cereal for breakfast, always a hearty meal on the farm. I served up farmhouse biscuits, eggs, bacon and gravy reminicsent of just such days gone by. As we sat and chatted at the bar in my kitchen I glanced down at grandma's hands holding her cup of coffee. Those hands are so precious to me. I glanced at my own holding a cup of coffee next to hers and thought that though our hands are from different ages and generations they have done many of the same things. I hope my hands are still as beautiful as hers when I am holding my cup of coffee with my grandchildren and great grandchildren some day.