Happy Birthday Banoi!

Today would have been my grandmother's 81st birthday, she passed away last April after a long series of illness. A poet and artist she was both beautiful and talented. Every year she would make us girls matching dresses for Easter, not an easy feat when you consider there are six of us! My favorite were the turquoise and white chevron striped dresses, they came complete with little white bolero jackets!

I've really been missing her these last couple of weeks. It's funny how your memories can be triggered from even the smallest of things. I was at the grocery store going through the frozen food section, as I was passing the ice-cream I caught a glimpse of the mango sorbet and before I knew it I felt tears well up in my eyes. Why? When my grandmother was living in Denton I remember visiting and having the mango sorbet with her. The funny thing is, I wouldn't have even considered this a "significant" memory. It was not like the dresses, birthday cards or watching her plane leave from the airport, I mean this is just food, right? So why did just seeing it, not even eating it set me off? I think it's because I can't go back and do everyday things with her anymore. Also that I didn't always take advantage of that time when I could be with her. I guess it's a little bit of sadness mixed with regret.

The present situation...

How is it that whenever I am sitting on the floor wrapping presents, I somehow manage to lose the tape, scissors or sometimes both? Why is it that in order to find them I have to stop, stand up and look around before they are found? If I have been sitting there wrapping presents, they should be within arms length, right? Yet somehow I can't find them until I stand up, just doesn't make sense.

I am trying the "wrap as you buy" tactic. Last year William, Kerry and I stayed up until like 2 a.m. Christmas Eve wrapping presents! Though it was fun, I don't want to do that again this year!