Oma* – The MIP (Most important person)
I stopped by on my Eden mission travels through Europe in winter wonderland Eastern Austria, where my family lives. Last night we went out for Schnitzel, Knödel, Sauerkraut and Eispalatschinken (Dessert of sweet thin pancakes with chocolate and icecream). We had a good time, my two sisters, my brother in law, their three children (aged between 20 and 25), me, and last, but not in the least least, my mother (78,5), called Oma.
The point I am making is, without Oma, just being there, being with us, things would have been less meaningful and pleasurable, actually somehow incomplete. Something would have been missing, for all of us.
* Oma is a loving term for grandmother in German