Dolly

If you know me at all you know how much I completely adore my grandparents. They are so very important to me and I cherish every. single. minute. that I can spend with them. I know that my time with them is limited and I will never take it for granted.

Me and my grandpa.

This post is for Grandpa Ellison. To him- I am Dolly. My earliest memories are of him sitting in his chair- chewing on a mint. He would call me Dolly... I would crawl onto his lap, reach into his pocket- and find his box of mints. Usually an altoid or a roll of mints. I would give him a kiss, and take a mint. It was our special little game.

I still play that game with him as a 25 year old. I don't usually sit on his lap now (sometimes I do), but I still always give him a kiss and reach into his pocket.  The last few times I have done this his pocket has been empty. As you would expect I have given him quite a hard time about this... So to make up for it- he sent me this.

 I love you Grandpa. 

"Jessie- Get a blouse with a pocket in it and put these in and when  you get one
 remember your old Grandpa Stanley. Love you"