Sweet Mamaw

I’ve talked about my sweet mamaw on here a few times and I’ve been wanting to write about her for some time now.  I went over to her house last night for a feverish crochet session, so I figured now would be a great time for that post!

I’m making an afghan for my sister for Christmas and I am WAY WAY WAY behind schedule.  So, I called up sweet mamaw and asked her if I could come over for a couple of hours, away from the distractions at home, and crochet my fingers to the bone!

We had such a nice time.  She is so much fun to be around and has a great sense of humor.  We told redneck jokes to each other and traded funny stories and basically just chatted the time away.  2 hours flew by and before I knew it, it was time to go home.  Part of me wanted to just spend the night, like I did when I was a kid.  Oh how I wish I could have done that!  But the thought of 2 sweet little girls at home snapped me back into the real world.

I really love spending one on one time with her.  She has 7 kids, 17 grandkids (I think) and 12 (I think) great-grandkids!  She is 69 years old, but she looks 10 years younger than that and she acts even younger.  She is one of the sweetest people you could ever meet and I love her so much.

I really cherish every minute that I get to spend with her.  Our family is so blessed to have her.



10 thoughts on “Sweet Mamaw

  1. Becky November 14, 2008 at 2:46 am Reply

    I wish I had been that close to my Grandma! Strange relationships with both of them.
    Did you just give away a surprise Christmas gift? Or does she know what she’s getting for Christmas?

  2. klutzymama November 14, 2008 at 2:54 am Reply

    Oh no, she knows. Believe me, SHE KNOWS! She hounds me almost daily about the darn thing!

  3. Gretchen November 14, 2008 at 3:22 am Reply

    Ah, you two look so adorable on the couch. She is such a sweet mamaw. Have you heard that Isaac actually thinks that is her name. He calls her sweet mamaw. It is so cute.

  4. Christy November 14, 2008 at 4:58 am Reply

    What a sweet picture!! Your post makes me miss my Grandma so much!! What a beautiful afghan you’re making!! I wish I knew how to do that!! One of these days, I really want to learn!! I can do a basic chain stitch, but beyond that I’m lost!!

  5. klutzymama November 14, 2008 at 11:44 am Reply

    Mamaw actually taught me how to crochet several years ago and it has been so great to be able to spend time with her doing it. It’s pretty easy to learn. Of course, I wasn’t saying that at the time when I was learning! Ha ha!

  6. klutzymama November 14, 2008 at 11:44 am Reply

    I didn’t know that about Isaac, but I definitely agree with him! Her name should be Sweet Mamaw!

  7. Lil November 14, 2008 at 6:11 pm Reply

    That is such a sweet story. It is great you are making these memories to treasure forever.

  8. Maggie November 14, 2008 at 8:16 pm Reply

    She is a sweet Mom-in-law too. 🙂

  9. Kristi Smith November 17, 2008 at 3:40 pm Reply

    Awww, that is so nice. I miss my grandma terribly. You are making some great memories there together.

  10. Little Sister November 17, 2008 at 9:53 pm Reply

    This such a sweet picture. I am glad you get to spend time with mamaw. I miss being young and staying all night with her.
    do you remember the strobe light? Now, that is a story to tell. Good thing we have no pix of that to post!! haha!! Those were the good ol’ days!

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