Yep, I'm crazy or else my dead grandma came for a visit.
Here's the story....
I have this wreath that I made and gave my grandma a few years ago. After my grandma passed away last year, I got the wreath back. This Christmas, I hung the wreath on the wall.
On Tuesday, my mom came to help me out with the kids because Boone went out of town for work.
At 5:30 in the morning, the first night my mom came to help with the kids, the wreath just fell off the wall. I think my dead grandma came to visit and wanted to tell us that she was with us. I know that it makes me sound a little crazy, but I'm totally serious.
In the morning, my mom told me that my grandma would get up with my grandpa at 5:30 am and milk cows. 5:30. Coincidence? I think not.
Again, this morning at 5:30, I wake up. Seriously. I think Grandma woke me up.
So tonight, my mom went home and I asked her to take grandma with her. I can't handle this waking up at 5:30 business. I love you Grandma, but I need my sleep.