Mower's beloved grandma passed away in October at 94. She passed away at home and was ready to see her husband again, so although we were very upset, she wasn't here in our lives anymore, we knew she was/is happy in Heaven. Bubba and Handsome seemed okay at the time, and only recently has she been upset every night before bed, missing Great Grandma. We spoke with Mower's mom earlier in the week, and agreed to see them this weekend to pick up a DVD of pictures and music that was played at her wake. She's been asking for stories of Great Grandma and Great Grandpa all week.

We have been pretty worried about her, and feeling helpless to be able to help her get past her grief. Yesterday, thouogh, she gave us reason to worry less.

My father-in-law told her a story of the great grandparents, and then asked her to tell a story.

"Once upon a time," Bubba began. Sweet, right?

"There was a grandpa," she continued. Even sweeter for including her grandpa, right?

"Who told a story that went on and on and on and on. The End."

Yup. That's my kid all right.