In April I went to the American Mothers Inc.'s National Convention. We had a wonderful time, feeling pampered and spoiled. But I am planing on telling you about that in another blog. Right now I want to tell you about my grandmother. My grandmother is a beautiful woman. Not because she wears extra fine clothes or even has an extraordinary face. She has a deep beauty that comes from within and shows on her countenance. When we went to the convention we had an interesting experience involving Grandma.
On our second night together, they had a dinner honoring the artists that had won the contests offered by the American Mothers association. We had a little concert featuring the musicians and had displays showing the work of the painters and photographers. One of the painters sat at our table for dinner. She was very excited to be there. Throughout the evening, she kept looking over at Grandma. Soon she said to her, "May I take your picture so that I can paint you? Every once in a while I am inspired by a face. It doesn't happen very often, but you do that for me. I would love to paint your portrait." Grandma was stunned, but reluctantly agreed. They went over to the window to get some proper light and the artist took her picture.
We continued with dinner and thought the whole thing was over, or so Grandma hoped. Not five minutes latter, a woman cam over to talk to someone at our table. While she was there she turned to Grandma and expressed to her how beautiful she was. Throughout the night we had several people come to her and let her know just how beautiful she was and how much she looked like a queen. It got so bad, Grandma almost left out of embarrassment.
You may think it ends there, but it doesn't. After that first night, during almost every meal someone approached Grandma to express their awe at her beauty. At one point my mother was talking to a group of the National board members alone. They asked her if she had any family with her. When she mentioned that her mother was with her, they said, "Is your mother 'that woman'? We saw her get her picture taken and were wondering who that beautiful woman was." She was like Cinderella at the ball. She enters the room and everyone starts to whisper, "who is she? She must be a queen!" Mom and I had a great time with the joke, although grandma didn't always appreciate it. That just shows you how wonderfully humble she is.
I just have to tell you that I think my grandmother is amazing. She always thinks of everything and everyone. She has aged with grace and beauty and even though she might not think so, she is a queen to all who meet her. You inspire us all Grandma. Thank you!

