Grandma & Grandpa Frost

{This past weekend, I was looking through past blog posts that I've written, and I noticed I had one post from almost a year ago saved as a draft. After reading it, I thought that it was suiting that this be my 200th blogpost. I remember writing this post and not publishing it because I felt that it didn't do my Grandparent's justice - I felt like I couldn't really put in words how much they mean to me and how great they really are. So I saved it, with plans to go back and put the finishing touches on it another day. And there it sat, for quite some time. And now looking back, it's amazing how much life can change over such a short period of time. But, regardless of what has changed over the past year with my Grandma having a stroke and my grandparents moving into the nursing home, there is still sometime that hasn't changed and thats my love for my Grandparent's. I still, after reading this, feel like I can't adequately put into words how important these two people are to me, but that's ok - sometimes somethings don't have to be put into words.}

So without further delay, here is a post a wrote nearly a year ago, not complete, but just some of my thoughts and feelings...

I have the best grandparents that anyone could ask for! I wish more people in this world were like them. I went to visit them on Friday and was reminded just how fortunate I am to have two people like this in my life. They are two of the most kind, caring and compassionate people I know. For example, my grandpa is such a gentleman. For as far back as I can remember, he has always opened doors and pulled out chairs for my grandma. I remember when I was little, we would walk to church and it was one of those walks that I can remember pretty clearly. I, being a youngster, was walking all over the sidewalk. I remember grandpa telling me that he was going to walk out on the outside of the sidewalk. This was strange so I asked why. He told me that men are supposed to walk on the outside of the sidewalk to protect the women from cars and also to keep them dry in the event that a car came and splashed a puddle up on them. I think I have a love for baking because of my grandma. When ever she was baking, she always let me pull up the little step stool so I could see what she was doing. My favorite was when she'd be making cakes - I'd get to lick the spoons :) My grandma is such a classy lady. She always has her hair done and lipstick in place. She has a great sense of fashion too and her outfits are normally not complete until she puts on a broach or fancy necklace. I hope when I get to be her age that I have her sense of style. Grandma makes the best dinner rolls and when we were younger and spent the night, if we were lucky, she'd make home made cinnamon rolls and frosting. We would sleep downstairs and when my sisters and I would wake in the morning, we could always here them getting breakfast ready as the kitchen floor was squeeky in a few places. If we weren't having cinnamon rolls, we were likely to have shredded wheat or a half of grapefruit with sugar on top. Speaking of sugar on top, that reminds me of my grandma's garden. She had a small little garden but boy did it produce a TON of veggies. I remember my grandparents trying to get me to eat tomatoes. They let me put all the sugar I wanted on them :) It didn't help :( I still don't really like tomatoes to this day. They tried at least.  My grandpa has given the family a love for popcorn. Every night he gets out his stove top popcorn popper and goes to town. When family was over, he'd fill this large yellow bowl full of popcorn. The popcorn was always unsalted but the popcorn salt was always next to the bowl so we could salt to taste. Our families love for stove popped popcorn goes so far as all of my families pets eat popcorn! My husband initially thought that was weird, but it's not weird for the Frost family :)

{I could write more. I could make edits. But I'm just going to leave it as is. I have so many memories of growing up with my Grandparents. I'm one lucky kid!}

~Ashley