I spent the last week back home with Josh and his family on account of his grandmother being ill and eventually passing away. Every time I go out there it completely reaffirms that the goals we’re working toward are indescribably perfect for us.
I don’t know how I got so lucky as to find my perfect match in Josh. I tried so hard to make past relationships fit me, and it seems so silly now that I see how easy it should be. I’m not saying we don’t bicker. Everyone who knows us knows there’s no telling who is more stubborn. All I”m saying is that each of our dreams perfectly complement the other.
If there were any jobs in that town, I’d have my boys out there in a heartbeat. I would love to raise my family in the midst of all the extended family. We’re not too far out, though. We just really need to make an effort to get out there more often. It’s a shame we didn’t before Granny passed.
I feel so privileged to have known her at all, and I wish with every fiber of my being that I would have made sure we got home to see her more often. We got to spend some time with her in the hospital on one of her last good days. All the family told me that she kept telling them how happy she was to have spent time with my boys. What’s more, she told one of her daughters and Josh’s daddy how much she likes me. It means the world to me that Granny thought I was a good match for Josh. I would like nothing more than to be just like this woman, and she approves of me. That is such an amazing feeling.
The overflow of people and flowers and gifts at the funeral home was a testament to just how amazing she really is. It seems there isn’t anyone she wouldn’t help and there was no weight she wouldn’t bear without complaint. She made a quilt for each of our boys when they were born. I’m so proud to have them and will be thrilled to pass them on to their children. Honored isn’t a strong enough word to describe how I feel about being the mother of two of Ople Swafford’s great-grandchildren.