I have a small picture of her that I keep on my desk at home. It was taken the day I graduated from college, so I'm wearing my collegiate cap and gown and standing next to a grandmother who is beaming with pride. It's a very special photo to me, and it's also the last photo that I have where we are together and she's still healthy.
The past week or so, I've noticed that Anna has a mild obsession with this picture. She notices it wherever it is, even if I've moved it to another location. She will reach for it and carry it around like it's her babydoll - she clutches it tightly to her chest and gets frustrated if you try to take it away from her.
Today I walked out into the living room to check on her while she was watching Yo Gabba Gabba, and I noticed that she set the picture up right next to her little chair bed. I do believe it is probably one of the most precious things she's done to date, so of course I had to photograph this moment.
(Please excuse the ragamuffin hair - we're keeping it real!)
You can see the picture frame is setup right next to her little bed. Oh, and she also has a random Croc of her dads. I can't really explain that one.
It's moments like these that I really miss my grandmother. I mean, I miss her all the time, but little things happen here and there that just bring me back to a time when she was alive and well. A time that I wish, more than anything else, Anna could have been a part of.