I have been looking at past Christmas pictures of the 3 little ones. And how the story of Us began.
Little man was just 6 months old when I shared my first Christmas with him.
Eight months later, little lady came along. Our first months of wedded bliss was spent in a crazy rollercoaster of adjusting to parenting again and being in denial that this was long term.
By the time Christmas 2007 came around, we had accepted these interruptions to our lives and embraced them. We knew we were in this for the long haul.
Our grandson had been born and he and his mom lived with us, so another joined our zoo crew.
Thus began the many pictures these 3 have had taken as they grow up together.
And now the Christmas season of 2009
Making new memories in 2009
I am amazed at how fast time has flown by since our story began. How far we’ve come. How much we’ve grown in body, mind and spirit. I am thankful for these moments of having our grandson here visiting so we can continue these memories for each of them.
What a gift each of them are. What a gift they are to each other. What a gift this time together was to each one of us.
We spent our last days together, mostly playing. They literally dumped out every single toy in the house. They were loud and wild. They fought. They giggled. These simple moments were the best. We ate pizza and popcorn. We had ice-cream and Christmas cookies for breakfast. Oh yes we did.
On Sunday morning, I bribed them with candy canes and the Christmas cookies we made, to take these pictures. For the most part we did good.
We left mid-morning to make the just over 3 hour drive to meet his other set of grandparents. We listened to much fighting and crying. And then finally this…
She actually was the noisiest one of the bunch but put on a smile for the camera. And she never did fall asleep once. Let’s just say, we had to stop and pull over a few times and we are not looking forward to her teenage years.Boy’s really are easier then girls.
Saying good bye to my grandson yesterday ripped out my heart. Listening to my little’s cry and seeing them hug good-bye was heart wrenching.
That was the ending to our very best, wonderful, amazing, fantastic, terrific week together.
It’s hard not to cry because it’s over. Yet it’s easy to smile when I think of all that happened this past week.
I know we have lots more memories to make. And I know I will keep on telling the story of Us.
Love & Hugs, Lori