My MeeMaw

I have quite a bit of posting to do today, but I first wanted to write a few words about my grandma, Betty Frost, who passed away on Saturday at the age of 83. Some of my fondest childhood memories took place in her house, from putting on performances with my cousins, to Rockwell-esque holiday meals, and playing Pictionary, Albert, Skip-Bo and more. She made me say "Yes, ma'am" and "No, Sir", always got dressed up to go "to town", and made me feel absolutely and completely loved. Since Anderson is still so young, I don't think we're going to make it to Arkansas for the funeral, but please keep my family in your prayers as we remember a wonderful, faithful woman this week.