Last pictures with Grandpa

We made it safely home.  It’s good to be back.  I couldn’t help but think as we drove into our driveway that two weeks ago we did the same thing after spending the weekend in Denver to visit my Grandpa.  Tonight we returned from his funeral.


We took these pictures two weeks ago today before we all jumped in the car to drive away.  I knew they would be precious to us but had no idea he would leave us the next weekend.  He had aged so much but was still himself,  ready to joke with us and quick to observe the children.


And I love this picture of him with all my children, gesturing to explain something to them.


I miss him so much.   I squeezed his hand,  kissed his forehead,  told him everything I wanted to say to him in case it was the last time.  I’ll forever be grateful we made that trip and created powerful memories that are seared into my heart.  Even so,  I wish I could say it all again,  kiss him one more time,  hold his hand once more.   I thought I was prepared for him to go but I wasn’t ready after all.  He was such a wonderful man.

Jennifer

Fourteen?!?



Fourteen years ago today I became a mother and my life changed forever.  It’s hard to believe he’s that old, but here we are.  I’m so grateful there’s still some good in him after all my mistakes (and many more to come, I’m sure).


We had a beautiful evening and he spent the time hanging out with his friends.


Today was also the last day of school.  He’s done with 8th grade and on to 9th.  Wow.  A freshman?  That always seemed so far away and suddenly it’s reality.  It’s been a tough year but I’m proud of him.  I’m proud of the areas in which he’s begun to chip away at his weaknesses, proud of him for doing things that are difficult for him, proud of him for believing in himself when many others didn’t.  He’s a great young man.


A great young man who prefers pinching his candles instead of blowing them out.  He makes me laugh.

Happy Birthday, son!

Mom

More adventures…

Remember my little comment about putting highlighters away ?


Well, the same goes for big sister’s mascara.


I don’t think it was as much fun as she anticipated.  Mascara hurts when it’s in your eye.


The beard was a nice touch, however.


Notice she’s wearing the same clothes in this post .  Let’s just say it was an adventurous day.

And some days are like that.
At least she cleans up nicely.

Hopeful Homemaker

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