#your grandma

[datinghotgranny]

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[queerism1969]

[josephosterman425]

A 3 Star ⭐ Marine Corp been in this for all my life.

[your-gay-grandma]

it is my hope and dream that everyone on tumblr can go outside and visit a gay bar or go to a queer event and see that our community is very beautiful and very diverse and that half the internet discourse isn’t real

[weirdnotal]

I want my grandma's cooking

But she lives nine states away

I want my grandma though dammit

[raving-lunatic99]

When the Shoe Drops

When you're a kid things like going to sports tournaments for your grandma seems trifling. You sit there and wait and wait for hours. You don't care about horseshoe throwing. Frankly, you don't see how it's even a sport. No one is running and it's really just you against another person and then a different person and another for many long, excruciating hours. How can this be entertaining?

However, your parents are gone that weekend and your grandma had a prior obligation so, because your grandpa is so loving and supportive, you and your siblings are in a strange big building with people tossing horseshoes.

There is only the ring of horseshoes pounding dirt, rock, and stakes echoing in your mind. You're not sure how the game works, just that it's really noisy and those noises give you a headache. Your tummy is also rumbling because your loving grandpa has neglected to feed you in a while. The three of you try to watch but turn to toys, coloring books, and even hitting each other to occupy your brains.

By the time the tournament is over, you're so relieved to b going home. You hope that you never have to go to another one, but you will. Until there weren't anymore for you to go to. Because your grandma is aging and getting diagnosed with cancer and you're old enough to stay home alone when your parents leave town.

You now understand how much that sport meant to her and that it really is a sport: You calculate mentally and work physically to throw the horseshoe just right and.... DING! You hit the stake. You now know that your grandma was really good at this sport. You know that it connected her to something she lost.

Your grandma grew up playing it with her dad. It made him proud. She dominated her opponents (only giving them some purposeful misses to not take their entire dignity). However, your grandma lost her dad way too soon and her passion left her. That was until she met your grandpa.

You now know why your grandparents had a court set up at home; your grandpa built it as an act of love and support. You now know that she dragged you and your siblings along to her tournaments because she loved it and wanted to share that love and passion with you.

You now remember the good times: How you got to eat unlimited junk food while there (something your parents would never let you do at home), how your grandma gave you red hot cinnamon gum (which you hated but she loved), how your grandpa's eyes shined as he watched the woman he loved decimate her opponents (it was the only form of healthy love you saw growing up).

You now know all of this because the cancer won and she died so now people talk about her more than she ever talked about herself because your grandma was a selfless woman; she kept things to herself. What you did know about her, you didn't learn from her telling you because she was too busy showing you and what she didn't show you, she wrote.

And in what she wrote, you learned more about her than you ever saw. You learned that she was just like you; you grew up to be a reflection of her. She was compassionate, an artist. She was strong and independent, brave and dedicated.

But most importantly of all: She was your grandma.

[secretdestinypainter]

Love for my "GRANDMAA"

There’s no denying that my love for my grandmother is strong.

What some may not know is why she is so incredibly special to me.

For an obvious reason, she is my grandmother and that alone would be reason to love her, but my love for my grandma runs much deeper.

I grew up right next door to my grandmother, so “going to Grandma’s house” was a daily occurrence for me.

She is the first stop when I arrive home and is always my last stop before I head back.

All my life, my grandma has done so much for me and there will never be a day or moment when I am not thankful for her.

Aside from the obvious cooking, baking and sewing, she has shown me so much love, more than I deserve, through the smallest actions.

Over the years, our bond has become undeniably strong. We love many of the same things like hot tea, musicals, records and of course….shopping. It’s our favorite sport (besides golf)!

These are the moments I hold so dear to my heart. Each time we are together, the conversation never stops and it’s as though we never skipped a beat.

Even when I am away, she is not far from my mind and I know I am not far from hers. Something each day reminds me of her. Whether I see a beautiful flower in bloom or smell baked goods in the grocery store, she is always on my mind…which is how it should be, right?

I feel so lucky to love someone so deeply for reasons that often leave me speechless and bring such joy to my heart.

My grandma is one of my top priorities and I make a point to always make her feel special and loved unconditionally, because that is exactly what she is..so undeniably special.

It’s hard to choose what I love most about her because she has so many wonderful qualities.

If I were to choose just one, I would say her greatest attribute would be her patience. She listens so intently, and this is something that I believe I have learned from her.

There is something so admirable about having a conversation with someone who truly listens to you. For me, she is that person, and I know she will always listen to each and every word I say.

She and I have shared so many memories together. I can write a series of books on the life lessons she has taught me and the many wonderful moments we have shared together. Not even kidding, I think they would be best sellers!

Fun fact…when I was little, we had a secret mailbox hidden in our warehouse where she and I would exchange a letter to one another every day!

Just the other day, she showed me the letters. Can you believe she saved every single letter I wrote her?! I was so surprised and unbelievably touched.

Even as a small child, my love for her was strong. Though my writing was child-like, the words expressed a message of love.

Over the years, we have laughed and cried our way through so many things. We have solved the world’s problems over tea and scones and managed to brighten each other’s day with a simple phone call or text. (She’s a 90 year old woman who rocks at iMessage, y’all)!

I would break any date (and have a couple of times- true story) to spend time with her. The time we spend together is always quality and precious.

As odd as this may sound, watching her grow older has been one of the greatest experiences of my life. There is just something so special about watching a person you love grow older.

I have watched her age so gracefully and somehow, she manages to get more beautiful by the day.

I feel as though I am growing with her and that alone brings such a warm feeling to my heart.

She may not realize this, but a large part of my heart belongs to her and always will. What she also may not realize is, that for the last 26 years, I have been watching her intently and learning from her words and actions.

She has modeled elegance and grace through the hardest times of her life and has perfected the art of a proper hug. (She really does give the best hugs, guys)!

She is the most dependable, honest, genuine and loving person I know. She loves everyone and everything with her whole and entire heart, which is a rare quality to find in a person.

What I hope she realizes is, that in 91 years, she has become something so great which surpasses what our generation may view as a successful, modern woman.

She is my grandmother, my best friend, the absolute most wonderful person in my life, my rock, and my everything.

To the woman who inspires and supports my every word and action, you will never know just how much I love you.

I love you more.

[wensdaiambrose]

This is a huge problem.

Too many people on Facebook can't spot an AI fake.

[emepe]

god I love writing silly little romantic scenes so much

[shanastoryteller]

is there anyone out there with a nyt cooking subscription

will they send me the chamomile tea cake with strawberry icing recipe

[doctorslippery]

Yeah...your gran at one time had a bikini bottom stuffed full of pubic hair.

Oh and the things, she and grandpa, or almost grandpa, she may not have met him for a few more years yet, got up to in the back of that van.

... ... ...yeah, I know. I realized it while I was typing it. I go too far. I know. I know. I gave myself the same image. Yeah. I know.

[zivazivc]

first night alone

[phibsies]

he finally stopped fumbling but at what cost

[soosoosoup]

even more critters: broz

[weirdnotal]

I have an honest question: does anyone else's Scottish grandma keep all of their almonds in the freezer for snacks or just mine?

[rythyme]

not believing that the omegaverse show is real is a privilege, actually. in thailand that shit airs on public television.