So I made no bones about the fact that Christmas Break 2010 was two weeks spent being ill.
So ill I only left the house to go to the doctor. No Christmas shopping, no present swapping, in short, no fun.
However, that did not stop a very sweet gift from making its way to my very bedside. Before I tell you the gift, let me give you a little exposition.
You have to understand, my father ended his role as a bachelor at the ripe age of 39. I came along when he was 41. Daddy was the last of his brothers and sisters to get married, so my grandmother and grandfather on that side were already old when I came along. Case in point:
Until Christmas Eve 2010. My parents drove to Tennessee, where this grandmother lived and many of my relatives still call home. Upon returning, Mama came in my room and presented me with this:
I've seen plenty of pictures of my other grandmother as a young woman, but none of my daddy's mother. Of all the gifts I received this Christmas, this was the sweetest gift.