Last night I posted a long blog about my grandparents and memories I shared with them. It had me up late last night because I just couldn't fall asleep! I finally went to bed around 11:30PM. At 3:50AM, I woke up to a BLARING TV downstairs. But we all know what that was right? That's right, my Grammy! She always comes around via my television *usually in the middle of the night* when big events happen in our lives (i.e. my wedding, when I was pregnant, when Baker was born, and now when poppy died). We used to think it was due to the ballerina painting she painted that I had in my room in Irmo but we don't have that here with us in Utah so it must just be my TV! I like to think of it as her way of showing me she's still out there. At first it used to freak me out and I was scared by it but now I wake up and just smile, walk downstairs, tell her I love her, turn off the TV, and say "goodnight Grammy, until next time..." and that's just what I did last night. Except last night it was more comforting than any other time in the past because of the blog posting I had just written. Almost like she was embracing what I wrote and letting me know that everything is OK. :) At least that is what I think and believe...
Now I am off to work!
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