Some of my sweetest memories were spent in the magic of my Grandma’s home. It wasn’t just a place; it was a feeling. The way she decorated every corner with care, the way her shelves told stories, and the way her faith quietly filled the air all made you feel safe, seen, and loved.
Because of her, my childhood was nothing short of magical, full of adventure, imagination, and so much love. She created a world where anything felt possible and where family was always at the center of it all.
She didn’t need to say much to make an impact. Her presence alone reminded you of what really matters in life: family, faith, kindness, and joy. Whether we were sitting around her table, watching her tend to her flowers, or just talking about life, those were sacred moments that shaped the woman I am today.
Grandma didn’t just live 95 years. She filled those years with purpose. She taught me the beauty of resilience, the strength of a praying woman, and how to love with your whole heart. Her impact on my life is immeasurable, and her legacy will forever live on in how I love my family, nurture my home, and trust in God.
I LOVE YOU GRANDMA!
