Those Crazy Shermers

Sunday found Grandma Shirley, Amy, Mom, Dad and I spending the day together. After naps for everyone we all headed into town for Sunday Night Alive (a worship service at our church). Though we are social people we do not often stay for the food and socializing afterwards however Grandma ALWAYS does and since we were riding together we decided that we would stay with her.

Grandma Shirley has always been the LAST person to finish eating and since having a little teeth trouble lately she is BY FAR the last person finished. We have come to work it out so that Grandma always gets her food first and starts eating before we even see our own food. We tried that again this night but we were still finished long before she was. With things still to do at home and a long week ahead Amy and I were trying to sneak her food to help her finish faster- all of a sudden Grandma dropped her coffee which then spilled into her Nachos. "Well I guess we can go home now" :) We did offer her more but she declined and after much laughter and cleaning up we started to head out.

Mom and Grandma had gone up first and were on their way out to the car. Grandma is holding mom's arm and they are chatting on their way to the car- walking so carefully together through the parking lot. Just as mom opens Grandma's door they hear loud footsteps coming at them quite quickly. At that moment Mom dropped Grandma's arm and left her- running towards her own door. Grams moved extremely quickly around her door and literally jumped into the car. Amy, Dad, and I are racing to the car and by the sound of the footsteps they both just knew what was happening and they were not going to lose either.

How many families race to the car with their 81 year old grandmothers, parents in the 50's and the youngest child being 24? We do and this was not the first nor will it be the last. However this time we all laughed a bit more as we replayed the scene of mom helping her mom so kindly and gently get to the car and without a word dropped her not wanting to lose the race herself. At that same moment Grandma had such speed and agility and looked like someone who had no need for help in the first place.

These simple yet crazy moments I will miss the most. I love my wacky family and am truly one of them.