Dear Grandma,


It's a snowy, icy morning in Omaha. Work isn't busy (yet), so I thought - what better way to spend the morning than paying bills and writing you a little note. I'd imagine your weather up there doesn't even compare to what we're having, I'm sure it's better than it would be if you were still in Armour. Monday started out rough too, nothing starts out the week like a four car accident on the expressway. This morning driving was a little easier, if you can find a way to dodge the people who lose all concept of driving when any kind of weather condition presents. Casey is doing some of his management training at UNO this week which means he doesn't have to go to work if schools are canceled. A rare shot at a snow day and he missed it - it seems UNO is the only school NOT closed today. If only we could be kids again.

Casey and I had a pretty mellow weekend. We didn't really do much because we were planning on something that never was. For what it's worth, I certainly tried. But the point was made blatantly clear and after what were probably some unneccessary tears I've learned it's not really my problem and I need to stop wasting time worrying about it. It's hard, but when I have so many other wonderful things and people in my life it seems only right to focus on them instead. But Grandma, I tried, I promise I did. I miss you every day, but certain things make me miss you more, and this was definitely one of them. Casey and I talked about you a lot. I sure wish he could have met you, but I do my best to keep you with us as much as I can.

This week will probably be a busy one, but that's ok. I'm on call for the weekend so I'm already looking forward to the following Monday when it's all over. Jason and his two girls are coming our way the weekend after, so we'll have a lot to look forward to next week. Tonya and I are planning to stop by the hospital and take a peak at Baby Blue. I'm sure he's filling up his room much more than he was over Christmas. I sure do wish they lived closer, but I should appreciate the six hours while we have it, Lord only knows where Casey's new job might take us. Bring it on, whatever it is, we're ready...a little anxiuos and sometimes worried, but ready. Maybe if we're lucky, the railroad will relocate us closer to them.

We were cleaning the other day and found the box of letters you saved for me and the cards I saved from you. I reminisced on the times I talked of in my letters and squinted through your letters and cards. I wish things were still that way. I realize that having a box filled with your handwriting is a greater treasure than anything else. It's something I will cherish forever. I have a blanket that we gave to you that I keep folded in the bottom of that box. Somehow, I hope if I keep it folded tight it will hang onto that tiny little smell just a bit longer.

Eight months from today I'll be standing in a church wearing a dress to change my name. When mom and I met with the flourist a few weeks ago the gal ran down lists of important people for the day, and family. It wasn't until I said it outloud that I realized i will have no living grandparents on my wedding day. Boy, that sure did put a pit in my stomach. I sure do hope you'll all have time to stop in.

There is something else important about today. It's Grandma Weisser's birthday. You probably already know that, I'd imagine she is already hard at work on a 9 course meal. If she made Kuchen, eat some for me...nobody down here made it quite like she did. Please wish her a happy birthday from Casey and I, and make her laugh today. She had the best laugh.

Miss you everyday,

Love,

Kristen