Look at this stuff. It's sticky and cold!
The grass is pokey. She just hates it.
Oh no! It's getting worse! And it's slick now!
This is just sheer misery! And her tootsies and tummy are freezing. Surely there's something I can do to help her! (Isn't her body just the cutest thing!)
Aaaaaahhhhh....Now that's a wee bit better!
Cubby was snoozing this warm afternoon away.
James and Esa in a moment of calmness.
Grant, Noah and Micah joking around. There was no need for a jacket. It was in the mid sixties - but eight inches of snow and ice were headed straight for the campus!
Aaahhhh...let's celebrate childhood. It lasts just a moment.
In the early morning hours right before the sun came up behind the heavy veil of clouds this morning, I had a dream about my mom. We were sitting out back in my old metal chairs on the deck. We were laughing and smiling. I was enjoying her company. She told me to get the cushions for the chairs out this spring and to plant my flower garden out front. In those moments, there was no pancreatic cancer, no chemo, no hospitals. I touched her hand. She was there. She was real. "Mom, when I wake up, you'll be gone." She just smiled. I did wake up and she was no longer there. But I've been with my mom today. And this spring, when Wal-Mart gets their flowers in, I'm going to plant my flower garden...like I used to.
What a lovely day!
The sun was warm on our faces...
She sniffed here and she sniffed there...
But then her nest inside began calling her...
Let me in please...
And now it's nap time...
ZZzzzzz...
