If you have ever seen "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" you've had a little glimpse into my life...only in my case, it's a big, fat Italian family which I inherited by marriage. My husband is one of seven children. There are 51 family members in his immediate family. Family gatherings are sheer chaos.
The matriarch of this brood is my husband's grandma, Grandma "Sano", a nickname she inherited when one of the great grandkids couldn't say her real name. She has 3 children, 14 grandchildren, 46 great-grandchildren, and 7 great-great-grandchildren. At 95, she can still make a grown man tremble with just a word. She is respected, loved, and honored by 4 generations of her offspring.
Last weekend at a family gathering, she presented her daughter and granddaughters (and granddaughters-in-law!) with a special gift. It was accompanied by a poem which made it even more special....
This isn't just a Christmas gift, it has a message too.
Let it serve as a reminder of what loving hands can do.
Never get tired of learning or trying to do some good.
Just look at your little birdhouse, once plain and made of wood;
Aging hands worked tirelessly, to bring this house alive.
I painted, glued, and decorated - all at 95!
May this house bring blessings from our Lord above,
And remember that the maker is sending it with love.
I will cherish it, not for its great beauty or monetary value, but because it is from Gram.
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