"Love is unselfishly choosing for another's highest good." – C.S. Lewis
There have been two projects in the past month where Katie has been required to let other people and/or her family write words that describe her.
I realized today when she was showing me one that had several “helpful”s on it and the other said things like “kind”, “patient” and “loving” that she may only be 7 years old but she is already living up to her namesake. I could have used any of those words (and many more) to describe Granny Grubb.
I feel very blessed to still have my Mamaw. She will be 83 in January and is still sweet, still cracking jokes and even has a “gentleman friend” who comes over and watches Reba re-runs on TV with her. She is one of the most genuine, precious people I have ever known. Even though she has not had an easy life, her spirit shines with contentment and joy. She will not hesitate to tell anyone how “the good Lord” has taken care of her and her family. Merry Christmas Mamaw Mary! We love you!!!!
I’m thankful…
I feel like we need a sign over our door that says “Caution: Construction Zone Ahead”.
Not because you will often find this on our kitchen bar…
A Grubb family tradition for Labor Day is to get up super early and head to the GSMNP. We all pitch in and have a huge country breakfast.
Biscuits, gravy, scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, fried pork tenderloin, hash brown casserole, cinnamon rolls, homemade jam…and more.
The food is usually the same, hot and delicious. The family members have changed. Those who are present have lessened over the years due to death or distance. But the spirit of family, the familiarity of our mountains and tradition are comforting.
My children will hopefully have these times etched into their memories. Deep enough that when they have their own children they will have the desire to carry on these same traditions and feel drawn to create more comforting, peaceful mornings for their families.
It was soggy from rain. We made it through breakfast before the rain really started coming down again. The kids didn’t care. Any chance to be in the river is relished!
Nana’s Roses
True Love
Final moments
These are in my heart.
As we remember the loss of Nana this week.
As we think of the loss of Gigi.
As we prepare to say goodbye to Pop.
As we imagine a beautiful reunion time.
More beautiful than a rosebush in full splendor, spilling over with delicate red blooms.
We went as a family to visit with Pop this past week. He is the kids’ great-grandfather on the Grubb side. He is the patriarch of the Grubb family and is suffering from the onset of Parkinson’s and other age-related health issues that have caused him to need to move into a nursing home.
His daughter and sons have tried to make it nice for him. They chose a fishing and hunting décor, something that he’s always enjoyed with his boys. Foster loved one of the signs hanging above his door that said “FISH HUNT HUNT FISH Nothing Else Matters”.
There is another picture hanging in his room. This one is a truer testimony to Pop’s legacy. It is a multi-picture frame filled with pictures and drawings of one of his many trips to Brazil and the chapels that have been built there.
What anyone who’s ever met Glenn Alvin Grubb, Sr. can tell you is that Jesus is all that matters. He has spent his life as a preacher, missionary and witness for Christ. His almost 84 years have been dedicated to helping others find their way to Jesus.
I turned 36 today. My celebration was perfect for me. It was a day filled with peaceful, routine tasks and with sun and cool breezes. It was filled with the helpfulness of my mom and the thoughtfulness of my husband. It was filled with handwritten notes, hugs, kisses and smiles from my children. It was filled with good food, outside conversations, laughter with all my favorite people. It was filled with sweet gifts.
All the Little Grubbs 