Grandma Jones

**warning** This post may get really sappy...

I just got off the phone with my Gma Jones. We talked for almost 45 minutes and I honestly can't really tell you what we talked about. But I can tell you this, she loves me and I love her.
I've been thinking about my Gma during the holidays. Mostly because she sent my girls a package. That package fit in my mailbox. It contained one book on dinosaurs that i'm sure she picked up at a thrift store, 4 cookies, a pair of Christmas socks for me and an angel bell for our Christmas tree, so the girls could ring it and remember their Grandma.
There was nothing extraordinary in her package, yet the reason it stood out so much is that that same day we got two packages from my Dad containing all sorts of Christmas surprises, including unwrapped treats.
The packages from my Dad were delivered to the door while the one from Gma was in our mailbox. We opened the ones from my dad almost 2 hours before I remembered to go check the mail and we found the one from Gma.
Her package stood out to me mostly because the girls were excited when presents from Grandpa Madsen came, yet that was nothing compared to the pure joy when they saw that little package from Gma. It made me pause and reflect. Monetarily, the packages from my Dad were way more than from Gma, yet this little package that overflowed with the love of a great-grandma surpassed every other package we recieved the entire month.
My girls felt that love. Gma Jones sends little packages of love throughout the year, (brag time, one package had a skirt for Kira size 10-12 that Gma had taken in so Kira could have a longer skirt because I had mentioned while in Ut last time that Kira loves skirts but that in her size they seem to only have ones that fall above the knee.) always unexpected and always met with the excitement of Christmas morning.
It isn't about the amount of money that is spent, in anything, it's about the love. My girls feel that love from my Grandma. They know that she loves them. They don't see how truly amazing it is that she sent a package, when you realise that she has 57 (I think) grandchildren and close to 30 great grandchildren. Yet she knows that Kira loves dinosaurs, and doesn't like to wear pants. She intuitively knows when I need a pick me up, when just glancing at the little note pinned to an item (I keep the most recent and some of my favorite on my fridge) can make my day get a million times better. She is my Gma and she truly is the most amazing woman I know. When I grow up, if I can be half the woman, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother she is then I will be amazing.
Thanks Gma, for everything! I love you!