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A super long time ago (1994?) I was in Mexico, on vacation with my family. My Grandma V was there and I remember being at breakfast as she was attempting to order two orange juices, but there was a language barrier and she was gesturing toward the menu with three fingers and the mixed-up Mexican waiter was so confused.

To this day, I can still hear his heavily accented, bewildered echo. “Two orange juices? Three orange juices?”

We laughed about that with my grandma for a long time afterward.

This week, a co-worker made a similar mistake, saying one number, but gesturing a different number and we laughed and I immediately thought of “Two orange juices? Three orange juices?”

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Maybe that’s why I’ve been thinking about her so much.

Or maybe it’s because it’s April, her birthday month.

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Or maybe it’s because this little one, Reagan Virginia, is so much like her great-grandma in so many ways.

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Or maybe it’s because I get little reminders that I’m not the only one who misses her. Thanks for posting this, Crystal:)

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Or maybe it’s the flowers. We live in grandma’s old house. We have not planted any flowers. Yet, every spring we’ve been gifted tulips and daffodils and these purple things.

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They’re the gift that keeps on giving, really, because every time I see these flowers that grandma planted years ago, I’m reminded of how blessed we were to have her.

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