the word beauty has always been defined by the love of a grandmother.
it withstands shape and maintains itself through her smile & encouragement….
her hugs and her kisses…
the way she always greets you into her home
and persistently nourishes you with her cooking along with a huge helping of her love…
it is revealed through
the way she tells you that she loves you every time you tell her goodbye
and her excitement when you finally feel her engaging embrace again…
beauty is constantly defined by the love of a grandmother:
effortless
sassy
sturdy
sweet…
it carries itself inside of your soul and vigilantly resides within the corridors of your heart
even after grandmother’s physical beauty
passes
on.
A Tee Nine Chee Bit of Me 