The cutest grandparents you ever did see.
My grandma’s health started to deteriorate rather quickly last year, so my parents paid for each of the kids to fly down to Dallas to spend some quality time with her. This was Ben’s first time visiting Dallas and spending an extended period of time with my mom’s parents.
The last time either of us saw them was at our wedding four years earlier, when my grandpa collapsed right after our ceremony and had to be rushed to the ER—they found a leaky valve in his heart, and they had to spend about two more months in Minnesota until he was healed. Luckily he’s doing much better, but my grandma is now struggling with some Alzheimer’s and atrophy problems.
Workin’ on some PT.
Watching Grandpa fix the lawn mower. <3
I loved spending several days with just them (usually I only see them with lots of other family members); I’d never done that before and highly recommend it. I brought an audio recorder to ask them each questions about their lives, though I’m not quite sure what to do with the recordings now—any ideas?
Grandpa can literally talk for hours. Truly amazing. Also, he is never without that Bluetooth earpiece.
Grandma and Grandpa lovvve to watch TV (understandable when it’s 5 million degrees out with 200% humidity), but we did manage to get out of the house a few times; namely, to eat out and get our nailz did:
I convinced our whole crew, which included Uncle Chris and Aunt Gina, to drive 25 minutes to this highly ranked BBQ place, Lockhart Smokehouse. It was totally worth it imho.
The next day, Grams and I went to go get our nails done. Grandma was so sweet to the lady doing her nails, and told me she really enjoyed herself. She’d told me earlier that day about how she was always jealous of her sister’s bright red nails when they were growing up, so I convinced her to pick a red for herself.
Dinner that night was at a gas station, and it was delish.
Waiting for tacos at Fuel City (who knew you could find such delicious street tacos at a gas station?).
Had to try a fried pie, too (pretty gross actually).
The next day, I spent a lot of time going through Grandma’s dozens of photo albums and found so many gems.
MISC. PICS
Young gma
Learned that my grandma’s given (Catholic?) name was actually Mary?? Still don’t really understand that.
Me and sis.
Me and bro.
Lil’ Mama
These were probably my favorite pictures to find. HOW CUTE WAS MY MOM??
Bb Cindy!!
Pretty sure the bottom left grumpy-green scowler is my Aunt Cathy, but hey, they look pretty similar.
THOSE CURLS THO
THAT SASS THO
COULD YOU DIE??
Could not be cooler.
Much pose. Such glamourous.
That hair!
Grandma’s captions on some of these are gold. This one reads, “Oh thank you my dear fans.”
Mom and Dad
This caption is my fave: “Boy your heavy Cindy.” Then, “That is better.”
On Sunday, we drove out to Waxahachie, about 45 mins south, to visit my cousin Kaylyn and her husband, David. We had a great visit at their new house before heading to the airport to fly home.
Family—isn’t it about . . . TIME?
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