Oh Momma Gia

The above picture was taken in Italy during the war...I just love it!!!

So today, I was taking Momma Gia to the eye doctor...she's the 91-year-old youngster from Church who I've adopted...she is from Italy, Tuscany actually, she was recently baptized, so as a ward missionary I took to looking in on her and ta da...we're buds.

Anyway, so today, while we're waiting for her eyes to dilate, she's holding my hand and making plans (again) for when she "takes off"...her words for dying...she likes to tell me how she's going to come back, in white (she has not been to the temple yet) and she will visit me...but she says she won't be able to talk but if I'm focused, I will understand what she wants to tell me...I always agree to what she says...number one, because I'm so stinkin' intrigued by it and number two, why would I argue with her?...she's got a hot Italian temper and the hands start flying around and it's scary...so back to our conversation...after she tells me, once again, her plans after the take off, she says to me, "You are so precious to me, you are like, Gia the 2nd, just like me"...I agreed with her and we patted each other hands and then she says really loudly, "So, Gia the second, how do you like living with these big breasts? Huh? Eez not so fun when we're old, yes?"...aye carumba!!!

And tomorrow, we get to do it yet again with another doctor...how can she top this?...stay tuned...