Granny lived near my grandparents in Pennsylvania, so we would make a trip to her apartment to go swimming and eat peanut M&Ms when we were in town for our annual summer visit. She was an amazing sewer, always making fun little things for the family. Most of her great-grandchildren have some sort of stuffed animal lovingly pieced together by her worn hands, and every one of her grandchildren have Christmas ornaments she stitched each year.
And despite being in her late 80s, she made the trip seven hours south to be present at my high school graduation. It was the last big thing I got to do with her - she passed away during my freshman year of college.
During our Fourth of July trip to visit my grandparents, boxes and boxes of her things were pulled out of storage and divided among my aunts, uncles and even my cousins now that most of us are old enough to have our own places. I inherited many of Granny's milk glass pieces, and now a small vase sits on my kitchen table.
It's a little thing, not terribly fancy. But for the last few weeks it's been full of flowers, reminding me of the bright, beautiful woman who had such a big place in my heart. And I remember once again that it's often the simple things that can mean the most.
What little things mean the most to you?