Loving Greatly.

Clearly, I got my love of polka dots from my Nana. How cute are they?

Clearly, I got my love of polka dots from my Nana. How cute are they?

Its been a year today since Poopsie was reunited with her LA; without a doubt, both in the arms of Jesus. These are my grandparents and they left a lasting legacy on my heart that helped shape my life. I miss them both terribly.

If you were to ask any of their grands and great-grands who was their "favorite", each of us would proudly proclaim that title.

My Nana and Papa had such a way of making everyone feel like they mattered most in the world. We all knew the absolute truth was that their favorite person, above anyone else on this planet, was each other. Their love story is not about great adventures around the world or life altering tragedy, it was simply about love.

Nana was always so fashion-forward and Papa's smile was one of his best accessories.

Nana was always so fashion-forward and Papa's smile was one of his best accessories.

They loved each other deeply, they gave love freely to anyone in their path, and they loved the Lord ferociously.

They weren't Bible thumpers or preachers, their witness was in how they loved greatly.

They weren't overflowing with earthly riches or resources, but they gave greatly.

They weren't given an easy hand in life, but they lived greatly.

My Papa taught me the discipline of being in God's Word every single day. He would sit at the kitchen table with his Bible full of rubber band bookmarks, eating his oatmeal and reading until his bowl was empty and his heart was full.

Oh how she loved him!

Oh how she loved him!

My Nana taught me about unconditional love when Papa was diagnosed with Alzheimers. She sacrificed herself to be by his side until he met Jesus face to face. She loved my Papa with a strength and dedication that is rarely witnessed on earth.

I think about them up there in heaven a lot. I'm guessing Papa is working with Jesus on the perfect lumber for everyone's mansions. And, Nana, is right next to Jesus and Papa serving up the best oatmeal and conversation in heaven! My heart beats faster when I think about seeing them again...

Nana and Papa,
Thank you for who you were down here. You were perfectly imperfect and through that, you taught me so much. Thank you for the countless hugs, sleepovers and Certs.
I love you more.
Your Carrie-Berrie