Through a Mimi’s Eyes
Passing on love, faith, and wonder — one muddy footprint at a time
There’s a sweetness in being a Mimi that no stage of life ever quite prepared me for.
It’s a slower kind of love — one that doesn’t rush or worry about dishes in the sink or toys on the floor.
My grandson and I explore the world together.
We let dirt drift through our fingers, watch mud squish between our toes, and laugh at the way the breeze tangles his hair on a crisp fall day.
We stop to watch the ants march, the birds soar, and the clouds drift by — all small reminders of God’s beautiful creation.
As a Mimi, I get to pass on love and wisdom not through lectures, but through moments — showing him how to see the sacred in the simple.
That’s the heart behind the Mimi Journal — a guided keepsake for grandmothers who want to preserve the stories, lessons, and faith they’ve gathered along the way.
Because one day, when he’s grown, I want him to remember more than my face — I want him to remember how it felt to be loved by his Mimi.
✍️ Want to capture your Mimi moments and preserve the joy of every season? You can find the Mimi Journal here.

