Desserts

Grandma used to call me at work and say, “How’s my precious”? No matter where I was in my life, those three words brought me home. I can still hear her saying it, and I know I’ll always be home.

There was a certain sparkle in her eyes, Grandma’s beautiful brown eyes. And she had such a pretty smile. I always wanted her friend’s to tell me that I had a smile just like hers (sometimes they did). I see her in my thoughts and it’s always with the bright sparkle and lasting smile.

No one had more beautiful hands than my grandmother. And when she put her hand in yours, she made you strong. I can picture a rosary (blue) wrapped around her hands. God and family were most important in her heart. Her faith gave us all strength, and her hands still guide me 'till this day.

Gina