Snow falling on grandbabies...

Many weeks have flown by since I last updated my blog. I've been spending the whirlwind of days with family, as usual. There is a feeling of time slipping by...my babies move to Sonoma in June. I long to grasp tightly to the days, savoring the little moments, burn them to memory. I know I will see them often, but it won't be as easy, it won't be enough. January we traveled northeast to the little town of Arnold. We searched for snow, found it....sought time together...enjoyed it. Only our David and our Papa were missing from the merriment. David having to work had to miss out, and Papa wasn't feeling well enough to join us. We played lots of games (monopoly & scattergories), cooked meals together(Deana's chili and corn bread was the best!), had a happy dance-fest in the cabin, explored the dank, dark recesses of "moaning cave", and the very best part...romped and rolled in snow. Oh how I have missed seeing it fall. Soft, and silent flakes, drifting slowly down on our faces, blurring our pictures and landing on our outstretched tongues. At times they were clumped in puffy bundles. Caleb's favorite highlight...."I bite snow!" And so he did....often, and happily, mouth full after mouth full. He froze his lips, and didn't care. Lilly was bundled up like a caricature of charlie brown, pretty much unable to move, but she was serenely happy, never complained. She watched us play, smiled at snow, but wouldn't eat it, and her little nose grew more pink by the minute. It was cold, but I never really felt it. My brain tried to memory picture each moment. Jacob and Deana playfully wrestling each other in a tumbling roll. Sarah holding and playing with the babies, Bruce and I happy to just be there. A snowball tossed, and a snowman assembled. Jacob teaching Caleb how fun it is to knock snow off of branches. The expression on Caleb's face as he tasted his first bite of snow was priceless. And Lilly's sweet face, as she wrinkled her nose at it. Many good moments to tuck in my arsenal, pulling them out to savor in the months ahead as my heart aches for them. And ache it will. But God is generous to me, keeping them only a 1/2 days drive away.
This week....more romping. This time at gymnastics. Bruce will join me and we'll take more memory pictures. Maybe some with the camera as well.