Banana & Cheese on Toast memories

199 was the number I would call to ensure that I heard my nana's voice at the other end of the phone. We lived next door to each other and her and my Mum sorted it so we could have a special line from one house to another.

I would call her and ask if I could run down the paddock, through the shed out onto her drive way and up the hill to see her. Of course she always said yes. Music to my ears every time, I always wonder if she knew that..

We did all sorts of things together, from gardening to car washing if it was on Nana's job list we did it together and there isn't a single job I would have traded to not be right there with her.

Regularly I would make my trek to her house, pillow and bag in hand to stay the night. The best of times, I got to have a bath with all the bubbles in the world for as long as I wanted or until my fingers were wrinkly.

Then we would have dinner - whatever I wanted was always on the menu. Then in our pyjama's we would sit on the lounge put our feet up and watch Television, pausing only for ice cream and lollies. I never slept better than when I was snuggled down under the giant feather quilt, heart and belly full in Nana's house.

In the morning the ritual was always the same, it was a long morning with tea for Nana and hot chocolates for me. Then she would make my favourite breakfast - Grilled cheese and banana toast. She always chopped the Banana with her eyes closed at full speed, I held my breath every time awaiting the slip of her knife and it never ever happened.

Then as if at a five star restaurant she would serve my slightly over browned gooey grilled banana and cheese toast on a fancy plate and we would talk about what lay ahead for us in the day.

I have photo's of her from when I was very little, as we both started to get older the photo's became less and less. To be honest I don't think I could ever have enough, the twinkle in her eye, the smile that crossed her face, her holding my son. Us together.

While I call upon my memory to see her face it is sometimes a photo I want to glance at, that brings those and a million more happy memories flooding back to me. What a woman and what a life she lived.

Bec xx