I dragged myself up the stairs to a happy, loud, and hyper 4 year old who was wanting to play. I grabbed some cinnamon bread, and gave Leah a few airplane rides.
At 8:45 we head out the door to go to the church for the funeral. On the way there, it was snowing like crazy, and I was not very happy about the cold weather and the standing in the snow.
I was curled up in a ball on the seat in the van staring out the window, looking into the bleak cold and snowy weather. I remembered this Christmas sitting in front of the window with gramma and watching it snow when she told me "You know, the snow is really pretty and I enjoy sitting here watching it, as long as I don't have to go outside!" After that, the snow seemed to be a lot prettier. I know that gramma would have loved mornings like this, she would have spent the day sitting by that window watching the snow fall and blanket the Earth. At that moment, it seemed perfect that it was snowing.
Today was a hard day, but I know that gramma was looking down on us from Heaven, watching the snow from a whole new perspective.
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