For Nanni

When I was a little girl she used to let me help sort the beans before she cleaned them. For some reason, tonight the memory just struck me so strong. Isn't it funny how that happens? I couldn't stop crying. It made me remember Cat telling me she was at a Mexican restaurant and the beans tasted just like our grandma's beans. She started crying right then and I thought "I don't even remember what they tasted like". Well, I'm sure she is watching and knows we are loving her from here!