Proud Blonde!

Once, long ago when I was just little, my cousins and I went on a walk with my Grandma. It was right after a heavy rainstorm and there was puddles everywhere. My cousins and I were splashing each other in the puddles when, to our surprise, our Grandma joined us. Smoke in one hand, drink in the other she was a sight to see.

By the time we were halfway across Clandonald, everyone was soaked, dripping with muddy, murky water. For one last joke before we headed back to Grandma’s house, we decided it would be funny to push Grandma in the biggest puddle we could find.

Not realizing it then, but reflecting on it now, seeing my Grandma laughing with her gentle eyes, and smiling with her vivid smile that could light up a dungeon was so precious. Jokingly complaining about her wet smokes and muddy drink she was the funniest grandma ever! Her dark, grey-streaked hair full of mud, tiny petite feet splashing in the water, and a face that could make anyone smile, would be marked in my memory forever.