The grape that made me cry...

Seriously...I ate a grape this evening, one grape, while packing Holt's lunch and the taste was nostalgic. It's happened to me many times, but it's usually a scent or a place. It made me think of my wonderful late grandmother, Jewell Victoria (whom Adly is named after) and how much I miss her. It took me straight back to her house for some reason...fried eggs can sometimes do the same thing. I miss you, Mimi!! But, now my kids have her daughter, their own Mimi, to make memories of... (Just felt a strong need to blog this one.)