Grandma knows best

I spent the majority of my afternoons as a kid at my grandparents antique store.

One day, I couldn’t remember what I walked in to the room for. It was definitely something she did more than me, but the Christmas rush that came in for ornaments one afternoon got my tiny brain confused.

It was that or the high of Yankee candles. Not entirely sure.

I said, “ugh I hate it when that happens. How do I remember?”

She tilted her head to the side and gave me this odd, calm look.

“Don’t think so hard.”

I swear to you that everything since then can be answered with those simple four words.

Thanks, Christine.