She wore her faded apron. I smiled and said, "Hello." She wrapped her arms around me and I felt the love I've always known.
When I get to heaven I will see my Nana in her faded black floral apron that smells of butter and baking and Thanksgiving dinners. She will have a smile on her face, standing over the counter, with floured hands, a pot boiling, and cooking up something very tasty, indeed!
Photo from Country Living Online
My quest is to find 2 aprons. One for me to use and the other to hang on that hanger that I got at the Brimfield Flea Market. If you can sew, I would love to purchase two from you!!!