The Garden, the Capitol, and Grandma’s Grace

 A tribute to my Grandma Marvalyn — with love, laughter, and legacy 

Some women leave behind more than memories—they leave behind roots. My Grandma Marvalyn, who passed away in 2006, was one of those women. She battled diabetes her entire life, starting when she actually had my mom which lead her to getting gestational diabetes that never went away. She never let it dull her determination, love, or strength. With wit, grace, and quiet resilience, she poured everything she had into making her children and grandchildren feel loved— including my brother Jackson and me.

Grandma lived on a charming farm in Hayfield, where she was always in motion—tending her garden, baking up a storm or cooking something (usually delicious, though a few "creative" dishes still make us laugh to this day.) 

She and my Grandpa Henry made a memorable pair. While Grandma was soft-spoken and minded her business, Grandpa had the booming voice of a farmer used to shouting over tractors and field equipment. Together, they balanced each other out—her gentleness, his boldness. Grandpa served in the Legislative Branch at the Iowa State Capitol in Des Moines, and I have such fond memories of visiting them there. The trips weren't just about seeing the Capitol—they were about hearing the stories they'd share, the quiet wisdom Grandma passed down and the proud energy Grandpa carried everywhere he went. 

This post is especially for Grandma, but Grandpa Henry's tribute will follow soon. The two of them were—and still are—incredible grandparents. Though they are no longer with us in body, they remain a constant in spirit, woven into our stories, our laughter, and our hearts. 

Here's to Grandma Marvalyn—your love still blooms in every memory.