A house needs a grandma in it.
~Louisa May Alcott
I miss my grandma so much. I still find myself talking to her each day.
As a little girl, I remember sitting on her lap, feeling like the most special girl in the world.. She would run her fingers through my hair, and I would just melt.
She would always point out the mole on the back of my neck, she called it my ‘sweet spot.’ Frankly, I think it is quite ugly, and un-sweet.
Life was good while sitting on Grandma’s lap.
There is a good possibility that my love for ‘As The World Turns’ started while sitting on her lap. Grandma usually stopped everything to watch ‘her stories.’
(I gave up my love for ATWT about 15 yrs ago, approx the same time as her; she said all the men and women on soap operas turned into sluts, because they all slept around. I could not argue)
Back to the lap story…
Going through photos recently, I am not the only one who loved Grandma’s lap.
My girls used to sit on my lap…but that has been a while.
I might be lap lonely.
Were you lucky enough to have a grandparent with an open lap?