Rice Pudding

I've been sad lately.

A week ago Jared made a ton of rice for dinner. Since then every time I look in the fridge I see a container full of rice. Extra rice and no one to make rice pudding for.

A year and a half ago I would make to much rice on purpose so that I could make rice pudding for Grandma and Grandpa Ward. Extra raisins.

I miss them.

I miss visiting with them, canning stuff for them, cleaning their kitchen, and seeing them together in their house.

I am grateful that Grandma was finally reunited with Grandpa this spring. She had to wait to long. She needed him.

Thinking of them together makes me happier.

Then I open the fridge and there sits the rice.