And we lived to tell about it...
Jonathan and I had a really super great weekend away. We did brave the hills on Saturday and Jonathan even conquered his fear of the ski lift (he isn't too terribly fond of heights) and did every single green (easier) hill. Towards the end of the day we decided to branch out and try a blue (more difficult) hill. We chose the wrong one. We went down about 1/4 of the way and then, suddenly, the hill disappeared (as in it appeared to be just drop off). We were able to stop and evaluate. Jonathan decided to take his skis off and scoot down on his butt. I, in a split second, decided I wasn't going to let fear hold me back and pushed off. I apparently over-estimated my abilities. I made it about 3/4 of the way down, and then knew I was either going to have to fall or fly off the hill into the forest (there was an abrupt end to the hill that held a considerable amount of trees). I opted for falling over going into the trees...I was going way too fast to stop any other way. I bit it hard...felt like I had been hit by a car, but surprisingly didn't break anything (I thought I would...I was going that fast). And I lived to tell about it...and to ski another day. We had a beautiful room (enhanced even more by the fact that it was free). We just really had a great time together. I am so thankful that Jonathan has a job...and that his company is gracious enough to take us on these trips!
Ok, so I am a huge Little House on the Prairie fan. I used to think I could morph into Laura Ingalls. My dad still calls me Half Pint occasionally...I had the old fashioned boots and nightcaps and dresses and I even wore my hair in braids for my third grade school picture. You get the idea. Well, just the other day I was wondering what ever happened to Ma (Karen Grassle) as I have not heard anything about her in years. Just five minutes ago a Premier Tubs commercial came on and guess who the actress trying to sell them was...Karen Grassle. Are you serious...she is old enough to sell elderly person tubs!?!?!? I couldn't even recognize her. I mean, she looked good for her age, but I couldn't' get past the fact that she is no longer Ma...but most definitely an elderly Grandma. Where did the time go? Now if only I could find a picture of Mary or Lynsey and Sydney (Carrie). On second thought...maybe I should just leave these people in my memories rather than grapple with how quickly time seems to fly by and how much we all seem to change in the blink of an eye. Not that change is bad...it is often good...but who am I kidding. I struggle with change.
A friend of mine came over today. Actually, she comes nearly every Tuesday, but today we decided to have a little trip down memory lane. I got out some old videos from high school (we went to high school together) and we had a nice laugh...all afternoon. It is amazing how I can be brought back to an era of my life so easily...music, smells, memories, sounds...they can bring me right back and I can feel what it felt like to be 18, graduating from high school. This summer will be my 10 year reunion. I can't believe that it has been 10 years, but I am happy with what God has accomplished in my life. I remember standing on that stage about to graduate...wondering what the next years of my life held. I had no idea...that the best was yet to come.
Random...yes...but Noah has been following Landon like a little clone lately. To get away, Landon has to lock himself in his room, and even then Noah will bang on the door with a sword. He loves his brother. He just wants to be where he is...doing what he is doing... You can see in Noah's eyes how much he adores and looks up to Landon. It hit me this morning that the way Noah desires to be with Landon, is how I should desire to be with my Lord...only on a grander scale. I love how parenting tends to personify relationship with God. I love how I can learn new things and experience God in different ways, simply by watching my children and being perceptive and purposeful in my parenting.
The same friend whom I mentioned above has a baby girl. Noah has taken quite a liking to her. He has even gone so far as to share his treasured LOVE (his blankie) with her. He has also taken to holding her hand...as you can see in the pictures. They hold hands quite often, actually...and if Elle decides she doesn't want to hold hands...well, Noah will often force the issue. It is really cute...but more than anything else, I just love that both of my boys seem to have a sensitve spot for babies...I love that they know how to be gentle and caring and loving. I love that my boys can be tender.
And finally, thanks for all of your comments on the last post. I wasn't really crying out for comments or compliments...more so just stating the obvious...that I am not around to comment as much and don't expect you all to stay around if I am not giving the same as you. You know...basic relationship stuff. But you were all very affirming...so thank you. I appreciate and value your friendships as well. More than you know! 
I leave early in the morning for another two work days. I am excited to see what this week will bring. It is always an adventure...
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