July 4 is a day of red, white, and blue. It's a day we celebrate our freedom with all the patriotic events such as cook-outs, parties, etc. But to me, it's so much more. It's my best friend's birthday.
And she isn't here to celebrate.
You see, today would have been my grandmother's birthday. I lost this great lady when I was twelve years old and there hasn't been a day go by that she wasn't crossed my mind. Mamaw was my best friend, period.
Even though I only got a short time with her, in those years she taught me so much about life. There are times I wish I could just reach out and have one last conversation with her. I would tell her about Brian. She would love this man of mine. She would love his soul as I do.
I would tell her all my plans. I would ask her advice for being a mother one day, and a wife now. I would let her teach me how to make her wonderful chocolate gravy and show my the ropes of canning and old-fashioned cooking.
I would spend more time with her learning the things this generation has no idea about. I would grab a glass of her wonderful kool-aid and hear her sweet soul talk about those in need and what we should do to help. I would watch her get her house "just right" for a family gathering and then sit and enjoy the fellowship.
I would be a better person to have half of this lady in me.
I miss you, Mamaw. And I hope you are celebrating up there in Heaven. I can't wait to see you.