My mom makes me crazy. She is bipolar, probably borderline personality, manipulative and difficult at times. But she is also generous and loving. Today was one of those days.
She sent a bag of stuff over to me today. A head of cabbage, a 5lb bag of potatoes and...
A set of ceramic measuring cups. The handle of each is shaped like a bee and there are flowers. I was bemused at the strange array. Then a slip of paper floated out from the top cup. My name, misspelled the way that only my grandmother ever used. Inspected the paper...yep, my grandmother's handwriting. She's been dead since 2004. I called my mom and asked how long she had them. (No idea) And if she knew Gran Gran had put my name on them. (She thinks so, lol)
Seeing my name in my grandmother's handwriting made me cry. And it was such a sweet, unexpected surprise. Gonna hold onto this for the next time Mama does her nut on me.