Its funny how the mind works. All I needed to do was look at the fabric and I instantly knew what it was. And then, when I held it up to get a better look at it I remembered the smells of her cooking and the sounds of delicious home-made tomato sauce boiling in one of her pots. I remembered how she would make home-made tortillas and how wonderful they tasted. But most of all, I remembered the love she showed while wearing that apron.
Grandma saw me staring at it and she smiled and told me to try it on. So I did. And it fit. I looked at her and then at my mother and they both smiled approvingly.
" Grandma, if you don't need this apron anymore, may I have it?" I asked her, feeling a little self-conscious.
" Go ahead, hun. Sure you can have it!"
And just like that, grandma's apron is now mine. And somehow I feel like some sort of torch has been passed on to me. I'm not as great a cook as grandma was, and still can be. But I can keep trying to be the best cook I can be.
And if my memory serves me right, then all that really matters is that I have the right attitude: the attitude of a servant, the attitude of love.
"Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; His love endures forever." ~ Psalm 107:1
Thank you Lord, for such an amazing grandmother and the good example she has been to me all my life. And thanks too for the apron! I will put it to good use. :)