I’ve done a ROTTEN job lately of getting in on the photos with the kids. Or my husband. Or anyone, really. But I’ve been snapping away, as usual, trying to capture cute moments and make some memories, as well as try to remember poignant passing moments that I don’t WANT to forget.
Thanksgiving came and went, and Christmas is nearly here. My head is spinning with to-dos, laundry, teaching and taking care of the dreary household tasks. I find that some days, all I’m capable of is doing changing the clothes from the washer to the dryer to the laundry basket and cuddling the things that cry. Yesterday was one of those days. But since I dumped photos from my phone to the computer, I see so much more has happened in only two short weeks.
My parents came for the holiday, and though we didn’t spend the Thanksgiving meal with them (we split up that day to conquer extended family and friends), we had some amazing time together celebrating Red and Scarlett as well as connecting with members of the family that suddenly are no longer with us. Chase’s Granddaddy passed exactly a week ago, and life seems very strange with him not there. I am honored to have known this fabulous man for over 7 years, and have heard his stories and seen how furiously he loved my children. He had a particularly strong connection with Red (both Paris boys and Redheads!). Grandmartha, who I know is reading this, can attest to that. In fact, she and Granddaddy adopted me as one of their own grandkids (either that, or I stole them from Chase!) and love me so much. I treasure both of them, and miss Granddaddy very much. <3 This was the last photo I have of Granddaddy, when he was in the hospital for some breathing treatments. Though he was on extra oxygen and fluids, his eyes were so bright and his snow-white hair was perfectly combed. Red was right at home sharing his art from school.
I managed one quick photo with both of the kids one day on the couch when I suddenly realized how few photos I have of just me and them… like NONE. This one, and I think one in the hospital. Sad realization.
What I did capture in the last week was an awesome collection of photos of the kids and their daddy and grandparents. We had so much fun building a Darth Vader Bear from Nonna and T, dinner with all four grandparents, and some Thanksgiving day snuggles with Daddy. I am one lucky lady, and that fact doesn’t escape me.