I have the best grandparents in the world. I do. My childhood memories of my Grandma Ella & Grandpa Bill are like fairy tale dreams. They lived in a palace with more rooms than I could count, winding staircases and hidden suites. They had a different room for each meal we ate. Waffles were served with at least three different types of syrups, fresh fruits and whipped cream. The grounds were like the Secret Garden, with walls covered thick with foliage and blooming flowers (all kept beautiful by Victor, the gardner, who always brought us Sees caramel suckers). Looking up from the tree swing you could barely see the branch you were gliding from. It was a fairy tale. Someday I'll write pages about it.
We were spoiled. Grandpa would take us on Donut Brigades and Grandma created an event out of anything we did. It truly was "always fun for everyone, when Grandma came". And actually, the reason I give the backstory, is to explain why my kids will be able to say they have the best grandparents in the world. My mom learned from the best.
On the first day of school Grandma Deney had an ice cream party to cool off her grandchildren's hard working brains. The kids loved to pick out colored cones and funky sprinkles. I'm sure their brains were sufficiently cooled!
An ordinary day...turned extraordinary.
Like only a Grandma can do.
