There are two things that I really wanted to post today. But I ultimately decided to go with this one, because of the timing.
Seven years ago Tuesday, my Grandpa Beery died. He was 93 and had had a good life. He was happily married to my grandma for 70 years. He was loved and admired by his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. He was always one of my favorite people. He is now enjoying Heaven with my sweet grandma, waiting for the rest of us to join them.
By the way, this post isn't about them, but my paisley rain boots make me happy, too.