While “snow day” doesn’t bring me the same joy that it has brought all the neighborhood kids, I will admit to a certain giddiness at all the blowing white stuff that drapes the area. I’ve got Christmas carols on, and am (as usual) sorting through the stuff that my husband had squirreled away in our way-too-large-now home. What will I do with a dozen 3000-watt lightbulbs?
Yes, they say 3000-watt. I didn’t know they made them that powerful. Maybe I’ll put them up to guide people through this blizzard.
Oldest daughter Jessica had asked for a picture of her and Tommy when she was little. My father-in-law is the family photographer. As I figured he could put his hands on such photos faster than I can (my lower level is still majorly disrupted from the flood), I asked him if he could locate a few.
These are some of the photos, bless him. Wasn’t she an amazingly cute baby? (She grew up beautiful inside and out as well.)
These photos have been such a blessing for 55% of the time, which is good. It is good to have blessings, and 55% means I have made some progress in moving toward being generally more appreciative for what we had together and less grief-stricken because it is gone. 55% may be a bit high as the holidays hang over my head, but today, with new snow and fun drifts to wallow through, I’m at 55%.
Yes, most of the time (and I’ve looked at them 200+ times), the pictures make me smile. The rest of the time they make me miss him too much and that’s still awfully painful.
As there’s no one here to say “hey, isn’t she adorable?” and “remember this picture from when we were at your Grandpa’s?” and “didn’t she uurrrp on you just after that picture was taken?”, well … I’ll share them with all of you!
Drive safe. There are babies out there …
