https://padlet.com/samanthapeskie/6na5ulzpgpyy a story of a girl, her sister, her mom, and her grandma en-us 2018-03-18 15:38:58 UTC 2025-10-06 13:48:38 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet-assets.s3.amazonaws.com/icons/Hearts.png samanthapeskie https://padlet.com/samanthapeskie/6na5ulzpgpyy/wish/243203178 Once upon a time, in a place far far away from here, there was a very small, very young little lady who had an even smaller, even younger, baby sister. The sisters loved their mom very much, and their mom loved her mom very much, so the four ladies spent a lot of time together, and understandably got along quite well. 

Every fall and winter, the ladies would visit a place whose actual title will forever be lost in history, due to the small girls renaming it "Grandma's Pumpkin Patch" (because they always were there with their grandma, duh). In the fall, this cute little cottage/farm would provide the four ladies with pumpkins for carving, apple cider, hay rides, apple pie, candles for coziness, and fall-themed crafts inside the cabin. In the winter, they could select and chop their very own Christmas tree, drink hot cocoa, feed real-life reindeer, and play in the snow. Mom's favorite part was the crafts for sale because she always kept the house decorated seasonally so that her daughters would be excited about the holidays- believe me, they always were- so while she shopped, the two girls and grandma would buy some cookies and make themselves comfortable around a campfire that was eternally lit in the cottage of Grandma's Pumpkin Patch. 

The little girls would, year after year, sit at the fire, and beg Grandma, "Tell us a fire story! Grandma tell us a story! One we've never heard before!"

Grandmas would smile her old owl smile. "Okay, girls, get comfortable," she'd get real serious, lean forward, and the girls were absolutely on the edge of their seats as well. "Once upon a time, there was a Grandma and her granddaughters- " she'd wave her fingers around to add dramatic effect, "-and they loved to visit this pumpkin patch! They loved to hear stories, so they always made their ol' granna tell them stories around the fire..." And she would continue to narrate the day's happenings. 

Honestly, this ticked the little girls off, the bigger one in particular. 

"GRANDMA! A real story! We want a real story! We already know that one!"

She would just smile, get up, and join her daughter whom had been peeking at the crafted decorations for sale. 

The ladies visited year after year, autumn after autumn, winter after winter. Eventually Grandma's Pumpkin Patch had to cease business, as the owners had grown much too old and tired to facilitate such a bustling and busy place. 

The girls grew and grew and suddenly weren't too small anymore. They went to school, had jobs, burned through boyfriends, and spent obnoxious sums of money on coffee. Mother had faced real sickness, looked death in the eye, and had changed because of it. Grandma received multiple surgeries on her shoulders and hands, which made her storytelling finger-wiggling much more difficult. 

One day, it all came back to the older daughter, as she was on the drive out to visit Grandma after her latest and toughest procedure. 

Granny always spoke of the present because she truly valued it. She adored it. She danced in the moment in front of her and hugged it all up. There was no better story to tell than what was happening right now. As she grew taller and wiser, the older daughter seemed to realize this truth as well. 

Today is the only today you will ever receive. Make it a good one.



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