It turns out that the "perfect new rug" wasn't new at all.
A few months ago, a package came in the mail from my aunt. It was full of textiles and nic naks that belonged to my grandma. My sweet "Mawmaw" passed away this fall leaving behind a wealth of memories and indelible impressions on anyone who knew her, especially her grand kids. Her stories were as colorful as her personality.
She could laugh, yell, and cry while reliving an event from her past. Being a missionary who left Texas with my grandfather in her twenties, most of her life was lived overseas. We hung on every word of her tales, realizing only now what a legacy she left us. She had her quirks too...Sometimes Christmas gifts included potted plants or a set of sheets-not that exciting for an 11 year old. Her beautifully decorated cottage filled with treasures from India, Hong Kong, and Maylasia looked like something from a magazine, but it always smelled of moth balls.
Oh, and Marty McFly likes it too.