Mine spoiled me rotten. All of the grandkids would alternate the weekends to spend the night at their house and they would fill us up on a bunch of junk food and would take us anywhere we wanted to go. I remember having a tea parties with my grandma and having her "secret" coffee every morning. I suppose that is where I got my craving for coffee. Lol
My grandpa would always tell me stories of his childhood and the week before he died he said some wonderful things to me that I will never forget, like out of all his grandkids I was the one who genuinely cared for him and my Grandma and not wanting anything in return because I was the only one when he had surgery a few months before that wanted to stay with my Grandma and take care of her for a few days and took care of him when he came home from the hospital. He also told me I was going to make a great momma and wife one day when God told me it was time. Those words were so precious to me at the time, but after we got word from the nurse that my Grandpa was not going to make it, everything he ever told me meant so much more.
No matter what may come of tomorrow, you are loved and cherished both with your family and here
No matter what I did wrong, they corrected me, never in
a harsh way. It was always in a loving way.
They would sit me down, explain what I did wrong, tell me how
much they loved me. They, would then, make me promise not
to do it again. Then both of them would hug me, and kiss me on
the top of my head, and send me off playing again.