This last weekend I got to see two of my three grandmothers. Three you ask? Because one is adopted out of love. The first here is my Grandma Babbitt at 98 years old. She still gets around well with her walker and doesn't seem much different than when I saw her last about 15 years ago. She is a wonderful wonderful lady and I am so glad I made the trip to see her again. I love her so much and when we arrived I headed straight for her and gave her a long over due hug and tears were shed. I gave her many hugs this day and held her hand as we sat for hours enjoying the reunion together.
This is my 90 year old adopted Grandma Givens. She has always been every bit of a grandma to me as any other. We grew up knowing her as Grandma and nothing else. My mother was adopted (not legally) into the Givens family after meeting Kay at college. Kay brought my mother Dianna (but everyone called her Cricket) home and the bonds of love took over and Cricket was forever a part of the Givens family and as such, so were we. And if you ever doubt how firmly the Babbitt family was engraved on the hearts of the Givens family and vice-versa, just look at the cross-stitching on Grandma's wall that shows all the kids and grand-kids, you will see Lonnie and Cricket and all us kids listed right along side all the Givens kids. It doesn't get more official than that. When I think of Grandma's house, my first thoughts go to Grandma Givens. I love her to pieces!!! I held her in many hugs this day - oh, how they were long over due!