ENDLICH!!! Die Geliebte Oma 👵 ist wieder da und als Überraschung wurden die Kids von der Kita und Schule abgeholt, die Freude war riesig. Da sie jetzt sooooo lange (2 Wochen *hihi*) auf die Großeltern verzichten mussten, waren diese sogar bis nach dem Abendessen da. Nun wird noch ein bissel mit den Mitbringseln gespielt und dann geht’s ab ins Bett. Für uns alle, denn meine Erkrankung macht mir noch zu schaffen.
Today was all making in preparation for Mother’s Day/Birthdays and the ladies in our world! Mother’s Day, March 11th.
Any names can be changed to your required wording/names, so if you have a Gran/Granny/Mom/maman/ mamá/mamma/mummy ask us make for you ❤️
When my grandmother died I was sad in some way but I couldn't realize it. Since I can remember she lives in the same home and was always sitting on the couch and drawing, sewing, doing anything whine telling me stories and smoking her cigarette.
Even though I know that she is not sitting there anymore for me it often feels like she still does sit there and being a big inspiration for me.
She loved those flowers.
#FBF to something my Grandma put in the program of one of the shows my dad and I did together. My Nama escaped to a little Yiddish town in Shanghai during the war and became the star of the local theater community. My grandfather happened to be stationed there. She met him, asked him to be the male lead in the show they were currently doing, he was so smitten by her that he agreed. They played lovers in the show, fell in love in real life and he brought her back to America. My dad then started doing theater when he was 5 and took me to see my first show when I was the same age. All I could talk about was being up there doing what I saw those people doing, so I auditioned for my first show soon after and got cast as Jane in Peter Pan. My dad and I then went on to do shows with that theater company for 15 years together. I love that I found this old program and reminisce where my love of theater came from 💗
L'amore delle nonne é indescrivibile.
La loro bontà e il loro 'affetto sono un qualcosa che va oltre.
Delle seconde mamme che farebbero la qualsiasi per strapparti un sorriso.
Delle care confidenti.
Delle fedeli complici.
Quanto mi manchi Jatu mi tu non hai nemmeno idea
Mi mancano le tue mani e le tue guance morbidissime.
I tuoi baci sinceri.
I tuoi sguardi dolci e ruffiani.
Grazie per avermi fatto scoprire cos'é l'amore