Omas

You gotta love them. The terrific trio's Oma rocks! She loves them! Adores them! Spends her afternoons and sometimes weekends caring for them. I love that they are growing up knowing her intimately, in ways I never knew my own grandma due to distance. I love that one day they are going to see her for who she is (thank you Jesus for taking those blinders off slowly) and will still love and adore her, warts and all. So when they hand her a blouse, she picked out in a magazine and saved such magazine to order at a later date, and say, "Hey, try this blouse on for me," and she does and says, "It fits,"; then as she takes it off says, "You couldn't find the blouse in silk." (You know instead of satin.) They won't get angry or frustrated, they'll just think, that's my Oma, calmly accepting their Oma is difficult to shop for, and will gently reply, "No, it didn't come in silk." What would the world be without Omas?