We just returned from vacation and visiting Husband's parents. While there, Mother-in-Law presented me with a tunic shirt that was very similar to the ones she had been wearing all summer. Very similar. Did I say similar? I meant the same but in a different color. I didn't mind since her shirts really did look extra comfy in the mid-summer heat. She explained to me that she had never worn this one, since the size was mislabeled and wouldn't fit her. Seeing how it was a size too big, and I was both taller and *cough* more rounded, she gave it to me.
And, you guys, it is sooo very comfy.
I wore it yesterday. As I sat on the couch with Little Viking, he noted that my shirt looks like one of Grandma's. I told him it was too big for Grandma, so she gave it to me.
"But couldn't she have just waited until she was older?" he asked.
I wasn't sure what to make of the question. Then I realized that when the kids receive clothes that are too big, we put them away until the kids are older.
I laughed and said, "No, honey, Grandma is done growing."
You could practically see his wheels spinning. Grandma is, after all, one of the shortest members of the family.
He finally raised his eyebrows, looked me in the eye and said, "She's not going to grow anymore? What, really?"
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Your grandma is so sweet. Some oldies were not like that. It is right that we have to show our deepest appreciation of her never ending effort.
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