Letter to Heaven
Dear Maw Maw, When Rob and I would spend a summer's week with you, the day started early in the morning. Did you ever let a day go by without watching the sun rise? You would wake us up, which I can't imagine to be an easy thing to do with two little kids. We would start with pulling weeds from the garden and feeding the chickens. Oh, I remember those feisty animals! Your hands had marks on them from when they pecked you, but you were fearless. Whereas, I hid behind you. Vegetables on the table came from the garden you worked. Eggs from the chickens. Did you milk the cows too? I don't remember you doing that. I do know those cows were like kids to you! You called them and they came to you. Imagine my delight when I heard you calling the cows by their names... you named them after your grandchildren! Such beautiful animals. I asked you why you didn't have horses on your property. You said with disgust, "Horses are useless!" I laugh to think