Yesterday we went up to my great-grandma Jensen's. She just turned 99. For lunch, she was in her kitchen making us all grilled-cheese sandwhiches! She almost makes me hope I'll live that long. She is starting to show her age a little, but she is still spry and aware when she's feeling good. Although she did burn the sandwhiches, poor lady! While everyone else went to visit Grandma and Grandpa Stephens' graves, I stayed home to help her. Mostly I was scraping burnt sandwhiches.
It was so good to just go and visit with her. I wish I knew exactly how to describe her. She is a worry-wart, but sweet as can be. She won't let you pay for anything and gets exasperated if you offer. She is fiercly independent and loyal. She told us this story yesterday. After my great-grandpa died, she had a boyfriend who used to take her out on drives. Well, he asked her to marry him and she said she wouldn't marry anyone even if his hair grew in locks of gold!
I think it's just amazing that my boys will have photos with their great-great grandma and that they may even remember her.
My niece Madolin and I. She was born on her great-great grandma's 99th birthday and named Madolin Jane after her.
My sister, Melissa, playing with her daughter
My mom and my youngest, Maxton