This Goes Out To The One I Love.

Stop the presses!

I got a letter from my Granny.

I knew it was coming, because my mom had called me last night just to tell me, "Granny is sending you a letter and I can't waaaiiiiiiitttt for you to read it."

That can't be good.

I mean, this is my Granny - my mom's mom. Any of this starting to make sense? If my mom can throw some zingers at ya, then just imagine my Granny.

This is the same woman who once told my Pawpaw (and I quote), to "Sit down and stop yelling, you're still fat." In order to have that make any sense you'd need to know that my Pawpaw had stood up to yell at the dog. Does that help you sort it out? Yeah, I know...us either. We just all sat there thinking, "what does him being fat have to do with anything?" We were never sure. Still aren't. Be you can bet he sat down.

Last Thanksgiving when she came to Tennessee to visit she found herself laying on the same bed that my aunt and I started rolling around wrestling on. She got mad and yelled at my mom, "Annette, come in here and tell them to stop! I'm being good and just laying here like a little squirrel!"

Who knows.

Needless to say, whenever we get a letter from Granny in the mail we all gather around and fight over who gets to read it first. I won! So as me and the AG, Meridith and Brandon all gathered together like we were reading a draft notice I opened up her letter only to find a short letter and two news articles.

The first news article was on how to become a vegetarian.

After reading the title (Going Veggie) Brandon said, "Man, does Granny even know you?" I've made quite a name for myself in the meat department. That sounds weird.

The second article was entitled, "How Kids Manipulate Us and What You Can Do To Stop It."

Apparently their have been one too many blog posts on Remi.

I think it's pretty safe to assume this. Don't you? After all Granny told me in her letter that she reads my "stories" every day. But that I "don't talk enough about the little baby Rocco." Of course I don't think her article on toddler manipulation was meant to offend me, and it didn't. I know I have my hands full. I know this.

Oh, and here's one of my favorite parts of her letter, "I hope you won't be mad at me for sending you this magazine article. I just remember how it was when I had two babies. David would always come in and bring me the Ivy that he had pulled up, and your momma just ate dirt."

I could listen to her rattle off stories about my momma eating dirt alllllllll day.

My Granny. I love her dearly. I miss her terribly. And so that she knows "the little baby Rocco" is alive and well and teething all over the place...here you go, Granny.

I love you Granny. And I love getting your letters. And I'm sorry that I hurt your leg the night I rolled over you when you were just laying there "like a little squirrel." It might not have hurt so much I had a decided to become a vegetarian years ago. But Granny, don't hold your breath for that.

Love,

Melissa