Jackson Crew

On Saturday, we traveled to Jackson for a bittersweet trip. My cousins’ father passed away, and his service was that morning. I was sad for the occasion, but I am always grateful for the chance to hug my family and watch HG run around with her cousins. The girls swarmed Helen Grace like a cloud of locusts. She was a little overwhelmed by the attention at first, but she soon warmed up and was leading them around the church. Afterward, we stopped by GG’s for a visit. Helen Grace never ceases to be amazed by the French doors at her house. She would stand on one side and knock. My mom was on the other and would say, “Who’s there?” And then HG would poke her head around the door and just cackle…over and over!

“Knock, knock” “Who’s there?”

She just looked like such a big girl to me that day. She' cracks herself up! If you ever want to drink your own banana milkshake, don’t get within a mile of HG. She bats those long eyelashes at you, and even if you didn’t plan on sharing, you hand it over. And you’re lucky if you get a few sips by the time she’s done with it! That night at dinner she found the cars and wouldn’t eat a bite. She had to be sitting in the driver’s seat. She obviously has a little bit of her Granddaddy in her too.