We spent the last few days saying goodbye to a wonderful lady, Matt's Grammie, Edna Mingo. I am sad to say goodbye. She was not my grandmother but it felt like she was. She loved us, thought about us and cared about us. She called before Piper and I left for Germany to wish us the best and tell us she was praying for us. She knit us sweaters and hats and mittens to keep us warm. She taught Piper how to shake hands and say "How do you do?" when she was just a toddler. She corrected us when we would sing "Little Donkey" to the kids ('No, no! Its "Little DOGGY!"') She told stories of her past over and over (which I am so thankful for now because after hearing them several times I can remember them. I hope our family can tell her stories to my girls someday.) She came to our wedding and although I know it was hard for her, she was there for Piper's first birthday party. She was really good at Skip-bo and would play with all us younguns', beating us more often then not. She always put up a fuss about getting her picture taken even though she had the prettiest smile.