There is nothing in this world that can compare to a mother’s love for her children and to those she loves like her own children. Today I was browsing through blogs I subscribe to and came across this post by Ann Voskamp over at A Holy Experience. As I read it I remembered my grandmother. We all called her Granny. She’s my mother’s mom. We were blessed that she lived close by and was one of my best friends growing up. She went home to heaven when I was just 18 and it’s disconcerting that many memories of her seem to be slipping away but this one is clear to me. My mother was sick with pneumonia or some respiratory illness and 4 children to take care of. She tried her best but the illness confined her to bed…One phone call was all it took and Granny, who didn’t have a car or even a driver’s license made it over the Cooper River to our house. There she stayed on the couch caring for Mama until she was well and making sure the four kids were bathed, fed, and got off to school. Thank God for our wonderful Mamas!