My Mammaw’s love language was quality time. From watching me and Brandy over summer, to fostering kids, to family gatherings, she showed love by being there with a kind word and a gentle touch. She loved having us over, sharing in the joy of family togetherness. To get us there, she’d lure us in with peanut blossom cookies and capture us with tight hugs. I wish circumstances had been different and that we could have had more time with her, but those memories of closeness and kindness that she cultivated will stay with me. She’ll always be there, singing Christmas songs with us to the sounds of an old piano in a house warmed by a busy oven and a lot of love.