Today I am thankful for my Grandpa and Grandma Ritter. When my sister and I were little, every Easter and Christmas, my grandma would make us (and all my other cousins) dresses (or suits). The time that must have taken is incredible. And my gruff, rough, truck-driver grandpa. As he’s gotten older, he’s softened, but when we were little, he used to scare the crap out of us. I’m serious. And, I think, he’s the first adult I ever heard cuss. So I have him to thank for my potty mouth. But besides that, I’m thankful for their overflowing garden and their generosity. For their stories and Christmas cookies.