Grandma was another kind of Love

 It wasn't until we were established at the Lake house and grandma started spending winters with us, that I truly understood her affection.  She was way more conservative than grandpa and always seting up rules , when Mommy was away for work.  You know me and rules 😏 not the best friends.  But as she read me the Bible and soothe my spine with soft strokes, I came to build another kinda love towards her. As you would contemplate a statue and all of a sudden your warmth sets its blood in moving action and warms you back. It was action and reaction.  Her love was strict but full of devotion. Spiritual more than factual.  She kept me company when Mommy spend long days at the office and I, in return comforted her with my frenchie charm. We learned to walk together up the hills by the lake, picking up flowers and singing romanian songs. I was soon fluent in my native French, English and Romanian.  Grandma was my bonus bone. And she played with me like Mommy never knew.  I would sleep at her feet when she was sewing or cooking.  Her dishes were delicious and I begged Mommy to switch me to cooked food 😋.  And that's when my skin showed a positive response: I was less itchy, more comfortable , so happy @