Do you like my hat?
My grandmother made it.
She's nice like that.
I'm a hepcat in my pretty pink hat.
If I could sing,
I'd sing a scat.
But, when I try, I just fall flat.
Drat.
The above poem is in honor of my mom, Rachel's grandmother. She is a fantastic poet. She is also talented, smart, giving and crafty. She can sew better than anyone I know. She crocheted this little hat for Rachel in about an hour. My mom has a fantastic sense of style. And, she sings like an angel. She is a wonderful
grandmother. Her grandchildren love her beyond belief. She plays with them, sings to them and has an unlimited supply of hugs.
Mom sent Rachel a Thanksgiving card in the mail. Rachel's first official mail. She doesn't really know what that means. But, she was thrilled to be allowed to play with her card.
Thanks Grandmother!
