Warm Thoughts on a Cold Night

I had grand hopes of taking the girls to a pumpkin patch today, but the weather stopped us cold.  Literally.

If you look really closely, you can see snowflakes fallen among the leaves in our back yard.

I wasn’t quite ready to expose the girls to near-freezing temperatures (or my mom or myself, for that matter), all for the sake of a photo op among snow-dusted pumpkins.  So instead, I took a picture of them admiring the view. 

Becky (on left): “Mom, what’s that white stuff out there?”

My mom graciously cooked us a scrumptious pot roast dinner while I spent time with the girls. 

It felt like old times from my childhood – me playing on the floor, my mom cooking in the kitchen.  Of course, at the time, I didn’t realize how much time and effort and love went into those meals.  It’s only now that I’ve been in my mom’s shoes that I’ve started to appreciate all she did, and continues to do, throughout my life.  I hope that one day my girls will fondly remember me preparing their meals while they play at my feet.  And I hope they will fondly remember my pot roast as much as I do my mom’s!