Trying to pull the crock pot out of its nest, cursing my lack of space.
And these 4 hot pads became dislodged from the back of the cabinet, and fell onto the floor.
Nostalgia and memories spilled over me...and I instantly began to smile. These beautiful handmade pot holders came from my Grandma Marshall. She's been gone 6 years this past September. But she will live in my soul until the end of my own life.