Oh! Mamaw Papaw Sherry, what a beautiful sound! That’s what my youngest grandbabies call me. Our oldest daughter, lives an hour and forty minutes away. I also lived around a curve from my mother in laws house. Which Misty also had called Mamaw Miller growing up. Well now there was two! When Misty came to the house, she would tell the girls, “We are going to Mamaw and Papaw Sherry’s” house. Then stop by Mamaw Millers house. Well, They soon started calling my hubby, Papaw but I stayed Mamaw Papaw Sherry. Eight years later, I’m still called that, and love it. I hope to keep it always!