Well, she kicked me out of the kitchen to take care of E. She put the muffins in the oven and we forgot about them while enjoying our dinner and fellowship. When we remembered the muffins, she checked them and pressed on the tops to check doneness. She left a thumbprint in one of the muffins. I called it the thumbprint muffin.
The end of the night came and I was given muffins to take home. I grabbed up the thumbprint muffin. This morning while praying for the doctors and my grandma, I remembered the thumbprint muffin (which I have yet to eat). I started to think of all the ways she has left her imprint in my life. I only hope to be half the grandma that she is!
|The thumbprint of a very special person!|