Said to me by my sweet grandmother, who is hopping a plane back to Michigan in the morning:
"Son of a bitch!"
These, among other phrases like "I love you". My grandma represents all that the Midwest means to me personally and now I am homesick for the country roads and lakes of Michigan once more. I hope I can take time off this year to go visit again. If you cut into my chest you might find a heart oddly shaped like the Great Lake State. This all sounds terribly dramatic but I cannot come close to capturing this place in a short blog post. It doesn't do justice to the miles of fields and "you betcha, amen"'s and the clean air. I am in love with a place most people don't care to visit.
So there's that. My grandma will be back in May and I wish all of Utah could meet her. She is such a smart and spunky (a word reserved solely for grandmothers) woman. I have quite the family.
1 comment:
My sister and I refer to my grandma as "a funky girl" so I get it. Haha I love this post.
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