I had a long post written about sewing and snow days. I got up to make my kids lunch and started to think about my Gramma. She was obsessed with owls. This spoon rest was hers. I think someone made it for her. I dug it out of the archives a few months ago. It sits on my stove. Whenever I see it I think of her. I miss her a lot these days.
I know that one day I will see her again. I know that one day we will run around together up in heaven.
I still miss her.