When I grow up, I want to be 5. 

It’s been a minute since my last post…. sorry about that. And while this blog is about my weight loss journey, this post will not be about the foods I’ve been eating or what the scale has been telling me. This post is about something much deeper than vanity or my weight loss. This post is about love and loss. 

We have had a thing or two going on over the past few days. Early Wednesday morning God decided that he needed another angel in heaven and he called my husband’s precious grandmother home. Ge was one of the most amazing women I have ever met! She was always ready to listen, give advice, or laugh at my shenanigans. She supported everything we did wholeheartedly and she loved unconditionally. I can only hope to be like her when I grow up. 

Last weekend we were going to visit Ge and I overheard my sweet husband explaining why we were going, to Sass. Without sharing the whole conversation I will share with you the one part that resonated with me. 

Braydon: Ge is going to get to meet Jesus soon. 

Sass: wow! I wanna go!

B: let’s not talk about Ge getting to meet Jesus to anyone but me and momma. 

Sass: why?

B: we don’t want anyone to be sad

Sass: why would anyone be sad about Ge getting to see Jesus?!

Why can’t we all have the mindset of a 5 year old? My 5 year old is my role model. 

We shouldn’t be sad, but we are. We will miss Ge tremendously. She’s supposed to be here. At every ball game. Every wedding. Every holiday. She can’t be gone. While my 5 year old doesn’t fully understand, she gets it. She knows that Ge is in a better place. And that she is happy. I’m happy knowing that she’s not missing anything going on in our lives. I also know that she is reading everyone of my blog posts and shaking her head at all of my grammatical errors (sorry, Ge!). 
Here’s my favorite bible verse:


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