a box of salt water taffy...

i'm not a huge fan of change... i get used to the way things are or have always been and i'm attached... i'm a lot like my dad in that way...

 

and i've been like that for as long as i can remember... i carried on horribly when really unattractive bushes were cut down in front of my house when i was a little girl... i would get very sentimental every time we had to get rid of a car {except for that darn el camino!}...

 

the older that i get... as much as i hope to embrace changes... they're still hard for me...

 

the first person that i lost that i was super close with was my grandma g... i've talked about her here before... this week i've been missing her like crazy and i've been thinking about her a lot... we went to visit my grandpa on sunday and he pulled out her wallet to pay a bill and he showed my girls how all of their pictures were still there... he said "grandma never forgot you girls"...

 

they smiled... i held back tears... until tuesday night when i couldn't hold them in any more...

i've heard many people say that there are different things that will happen out of the blue to remind them of their loved ones... or maybe a little sign will show up to let us who are left behind know that things are ok... i never really knew how i felt about all of that until it showed up in the form of a box of salt water taffy from a friend on wednesday morning...

taffy... i know it sounds odd... but my grandma would always bring it back for me from atlantic city when her and my grandpa would go... when i see it i think of her immediately and can picture the boxes of it on her kitchen counter over the years... i always liked the green and pink swirled the best...

 

my friend had no idea of the sentimental significance of taffy for me yet here i was holding a happy, colorful box of it when i needed it the most...

 

thank you, dannielle... your sweet gift meant more than you know!