If you know me you've probably heard me mention my Granny Gail or my "fake grandparents." When I was born, our neighbor Nancy was named my Godmother and her brother, Mark is my god-father. Sibling godparents.. that's different but I love them all the same. That makes their parents my God-grandparents, Granny Gail & Sam.
God-grandparent's is a great name for them because they are truely a God give blessing. My Granny Gail basically raised me until I started Kindergarten. They have a huge farm in Georgetown and we we went fishing, 4-wheeling, picked veggies from the garden, caught worms, went to the farmer's market, played in mud holes, hung laundry, sang country music, fed cows, talked, laughed and just had a good time. They are the most loving family. My Granny Gail taught me more about life than I could ever thank her for. She taught me the value of love and how to tell a good tomato from a bad one. I can point out a half runner from any other green bean and I know the best way to eat fried corn.. on a slice of green pepper. Though we're not blood, we're family. I can't think of a Thanksgiving or Christmas Eve supper that I didn't have at their house and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Every time I visit I get to enjoy reminiscing on the things I've said and done growing up there and all the things they did for me. When I was 4 I apparently found a magazine that had a picture of a tire swing. "I need that," I said to Sam. He parked his pick-up truck by a tree with some wire and an old tire in the back, and from then on I had my own tire swing.
I can honestly say most of my best childhood memories were made at this farm and I wouldn't be who I am or where I am without them. I was so stressed a month ago trying to figure out how, when and where I was going to find a loan or some type of money to pay for my first semester of college. One call and two visits later my college is paid for. I am so blessed to have this family and so grateful for their compassion and love for me.
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