Anna Claire and Madeline,
I’m not sure how old you are now if you’re reading this, but I can’t stop thinking lately about how you never got to know your Meme and Granddaddy, and the amazing grandparents I know they would have been to you if they only had the chance.
Your Meme would have visited every Sunday. She would have begged to babysit you and spoiled you rotten. She would not have been able to get enough of you. She also would have made sure you minded. She would always know if you were up to something and leave you feeling like it was her superhuman power. Meme would have made sure you knew Jesus loved you. And somehow when she hugged you, you would feel the warmest tingle of the purest love you’ve ever known.
Your Granddaddy would have treasured you. He would have showered you with hugs, the best advice ever, and quarters for the gumball machine. He would have taught you the value of generosity, honesty, hard work and responsibility, not just through his words, but through his actions. He would have given you both nicknames that made you feel special and cherished. He would have been the best listener and told you the best stories.
You may never know them, but anything I do right as a parent was a direct reflection of their love and influence. And I know with every fiber of my being that they are proud of who you girls are becoming and watching over us every day.