I feel like I have been in a season in my life where things are simplifying. I’m realize what’s most important and celebrating the simple joys God sets before me each day. It’s been a really sad morning, but I know it’s most important to celebrate a life rather than mourn a death. Well at least that’s what I know Nana would want me to do! I got a phone call this morning from my mom informing me my grandmother, Nana, passed away in her sleep last night. I was extremely close to my Nana, and it had been rough several months with her sickness, but I guess you never feel prepared to loose someone you love. So as I was laying in bed thinking about all the memories I had with her, I thought I should celebrate them on my blog!
My Nana was a character. She saw little value in “keeping her thoughts to herself.” She often blurted out observations she made with a sincere heart but offended many to the chagrin of those within ear shot. She was a sucker for small vanilla malts or Coca Cola’s in a bottle. She could read a good ole’ western book cover to cover in one day. If you put a stick of butter in front of her during meals, she would sneakily cut off a chunk and eat it whole when she thought you weren’t looking
. She loved the color red and believed every woman should own a pair of red shoes. Bird watching was a hobby and while living with my parents for a few years, she hated that she never saw any birds outside her window! Nana loved apple pie, especially on holidays (even though she claimed to be full from dinner). She avoided conflict at all cost. Nana made the best angel food cake — her homemade icing was out of this world! Every time she came to visit, she would clean out my mom’s kitchen and organize her cabinets. You can only imagine how my mom felt about that! She loved her Bible and wasn’t shy about writing in the columns and taking sermon notes in the empty margins. If she didn’t like you, she saw no need to talk to you
. Nana was very shy but once she knew you she would melt your heart. She loved drinking cold coffee — weird, I know! She would give you the clothes off of her back. Her favorite times were spent in the desert… and if you spent much time with her you would hear stories about Victorville and dancing in the desert. Nana loved writing cards. When she got flustered, it was common to hear a little *beep* here and a little *beep* there…haha. Nana had a sense of humor that would make you chuckle. She claimed to be a night owl who stayed up until one o’ clock every night but we noticed she conveniently fell asleep instead at 9pm in front of the TV. Nana loved watching Jeopardy. I think if she went on the show she would have been one wealthy woman! And one thing she made known to all is she loved me very much.
I have so many fun memories with my Nana. I remember when I was little and I had a horrible ear ache. My mom had to take me to the ER and Nana held me all night. I will never forget that. I would spend summers with Nana. She had a basset hound named George and she let me bring him inside the kitchen. I built a fort with her kitchen table, chairs, and quilts so George and I could play. It was at Nana’s house that I was most creative. I sewed Barbie clothes and made shoes out of cardboard, material and staples. I created a ski ball game out of a Christmas gift box. I “baked” mud pies and put them in pie tins. The oven was the back of Nana’s car and I forgot to tell her I put them there while she drove to the post office! She knew I was a picky eater so she always had pickles, raisin bread, Blue Bell vanilla ice cream, and green beans at her house when I came to visit. She took me to Putt Putt Golf and Games in the mall every time I came to visit her so I could play Ski Ball. When we went to church on Sundays she gave me a $1 bill to put in the offering. I thank her for teaching me early in life about giving to God. I had the opportunity to help take care of her for the 2 years I lived in Stephenville. That was one of my greatest joys to see her everyday
. She hated when I took her walking, but after she bleeped a few cuss words, we were good to go! She affectionately called me “Nubbins.” To this day I don’t know what that name means, nor do I think I want to. Once she moved to Good Tree, we would play Scrabble together. I took David with me one afternoon to play with her, and because of her love for words, she wasn’t ashamed to tell David his word wasn’t a real word!! And she loved playing Dominoes. Dad wanted her to be healthy but I snuck her sweets when he wasn’t looking. We would promise not to tell Dad
. She loved marmalade jelly, so when I travelled I would bring her home little jars of jelly. I remember when I came back from Cancun and David was helping me unpack my suitcase. He asked, “Why do you have jelly in your suitcase?!?” I told him I brought them home for Nana!
I know there are so many more memories I have with her, but I think I will stop here. You know, loosing someone makes your perspective change. You realize how life is short life and how you should take advantage of loving the people God put in your life. I’m so thankful for Jesus dying on the cross for me and for my Nana… and for this whole world. He gave his life so we — even you — can spend eternity with him. I have hope. I know my Nana accepted Jesus Christ as her Savior and is with him right now. I love how I will get to see my Nana again. It’s because of God’s perfect love for all of us we can see our loved ones again in Heaven — once they believe in their heart and confess with their mouth Jesus is Lord. My Nana left that heritage for me. For that I am eternally grateful.
Here is my absolute favorite picture I took of her! I love you Nana. You will always hold a special place in my heart … thanks for leaving your fingerprints on my life
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And OH it was a HAPPY DAY!!
(Above) This was the most confusing item of all. I asked him why in the world he bought a pineapple and he looked at me like I didn’t realize what I was saying. “Because you love canadian bacon pizza and pineapple!” he said. I laughed so hard… seriously, a whole pineapple?!?
So David got to cut the freaking pineapple
And the funniest thing is he forgot to cut out the core!! He chopped the pineapple — core and all — for my pizza! Needless to say he had to dice some more 
He bought this amazing Basil Pesto Sauce for the pizza thanks to Steve!
So I spread it all over the pizza crust (and as always, when I’m cooking, I forget “Less is More”
Next was the yummy Alfredo Sauce
While I was putting cheese on the pizza, David was busy slicing the canadian bacon!
We made the pizza half pineapple and canadian bacon…
And half pepperoni and cheese
We put it in the oven on 450 degrees
And it was delicious!! Thanks babe for loving me how you know I love to be loved!! And God thanks for the simple life I live… I wouldn’t trade it for the world!
























