Cinnamon Rolls

This morning as I was rolling out my cinnamon rolls with a mason jar, and cutting them into slices using a string, it made me think of my Grandma Brown. Even still, though she has been gone a little while, I think that I would really like to visit with her, and show her how much Paul has grown. She loved his blond hair, and she loved seeing Sammer so much too. I think about her asking if Jocelyn was twins, and telling Gordon that he was old. I remembered her telling us about the fact that you have to have a "start" when you make sourdough bread, and how she used to ride her horse to go get a start in Mexico. She loved to tell me stories of when she was teaching 6 grades at the same time, and when I would get home from school when I was living with them, she was ask what problems I'd had that day, and offer advice on what to do. It makes me giggle when I think that she never believed me when I told her a certain tablecloth that I had given her was really hers.

When I leave dishes in my sink for days at a time (please don't tell), I know she would not be pleased. I always had to finish eating really fast and hop up and do the dishes since neither grandma or grandpa could rest until all was neat and tidy in the evening.

I am blessed to have such great examples in my family. I like to think I have taken the best parts of them, and try to live that way, as well as teach Paul to live that way.

I know this is a lot of rambling, but there ya have it.

P.S. The cinnamon rolls were delish!