A Memory Button

It was Miss Lauren's turn to reach in the button jar. Today Lauren says she is the Princess in my Gramma Bevy crown and she chose a yellowed ivory button with a small square shank. It is the color of old, faded piano keys. Serviceable was my first thought. She delivered it with a big smile and I deposited it in my pocket. 
My mother and I had a chance last week to pour over the quilt skirt my grand mother Maude made for me when I was fully grown but still young. It was cut squares from dresses she wore, Mom wore or I wore. Faded like the button it was a treat to spread it out before us and talk about each pattern and memory.
The ivory button felt like that. A shiny patch of memories.
A few mornings a week I have bus duty. My Lizzie drops of Nattie B and Lauren and they get ready for school here and then load up and I drive them to the bus. On a good day I make pancakes for breakfast. They say my pancakes are the best. Today was not that day. Today was 15 minutes of cupcake wars, a quick brush of teeth and hair and in the car. It was the first chilly morning so we took turns holding my hot mug of Gramma Tea loaded with milk and sugar in our hands. I turned the heat on in the car. We snuggled. We told stories and talked about colors and school. Today was a good day to make memories that they will talk about when I am long gone and they see a button.