I got a package in the mail yesterday from Grandma Helen for my anniversary. While it included the cursory card, the shape of the package confused Chris, but I knew exactly what I would find inside.
Grandma has been telling me stories about her childhood and my mom, Aunt Kathy, and Uncle Michael’s childhoods for as long as I can remember. Naps at her house always started with a story or two about their adventures.
She has had some health problems spring up in the last year or so, and she doesn’t sleep well at night, so Grandma has been writing down her stories and sending them to me. She’s given me the rights to do with them as I like–maybe to work on publishing them one day!
It’s little things like this that confirm that God knew what he was doing when he chose this family to be my family. Even though I have not inherited Grandma’s storytelling talent, I have on some level inherited her penchant for the written word. Heck! Her package of photocopied stories even came indexed with story titles, dates written, and characters involved!