The sweetest person you’ll ever meet
Will greet you walking down the street—
With a friendly smile, a warm hello,
A cheerful “Morning, y’all!” in tow.
She’ll ask where you’re from, if you’d like a scone,
And somehow make you feel at home.
With gentle laughs and stories shared,
You’ll leave her stand feeling seen and cared.
But a moment’s chat is just a peek—
A glimpse of kindness, soft and sweet.
What you don’t see behind her grace
Is all she does to keep this place.
From stamping eggs to stirring pots,
She soothes the kids and scrubs the spots.
She packs the truck and stocks the stand,
And lends each job a helping hand.
She laughs and says, “I just do labels”—
But she’s the one who keeps us stable.
With steady hands and servant’s grace,
She holds the heart of this whole place.
No task too small, no praise too loud,
She moves through days both strong and vowed.
Behind the scenes or front and center,
She’s the soul of every market vendor.
So if you see her on your way,
Stop and smile, and maybe say:
Thanks for the joy, the love, the treat—
You’re the sweetest person I’ll ever meet.
Her name is Anna, pure and bright,
A gentle soul who shines with light.
My mother-in-law is the kind of person who gives without needing to be asked—quietly, consistently, and wholeheartedly. Whether it’s a home-cooked meal on a busy day, a clean kitchen you didn’t have time to scrub, or a kind word when you’re running on empty, she’s already thought of it and taken care of it. She never asks for thanks, and rarely slows down. Her love is shown in a thousand small, steady acts of service—the kind that hold a family and a farm together. Christ’s love, devotion, and servant’s heart are poured out through her every single day. She’s a living example of what it means to love well.
Thank you for all you do to support us and the farm; we love you, Nana!