Jo is my mom’s bestest friend ever, in the whole entire world.
I love her.
She gets after me now that my mom is gone, telling me I work too hard and do too much and need to slow down.
We tell stories about my mom, and remember, and try to teach the kids to remember.
She held the baby, watched some toddler tantrums, and let Five sing his songs – even let him sit in her lap!
That’s a lot of love, and Five took it upon himself to call her Grandma Jo, and I think that’s perfect.
I could feel my mom, and I cried, and I am grateful for loving someone who loved my mom. A lot.
Also, Jo is crafty!