Running Free

Hello my friends. It's been awhile since I've posted - the days go really, really fast right now because we are training new staff and there just aren't enough hours in the day. Sure is good when I leave work at the end of the day though - and to come home and help Ron with dinner. Monday night he picked me up from work and we ran into some snow on the way home. Finally arriving home, to greet us there was a crockpot full of homemade sauce with chicken in it (thanks to Ron's handiwork, and it smelled wonderful). I made a fresh green salad and we talked about the day as we worked together...the kitchen smelled so good and it was so warm and comforting at the end of a long day. After dinner, being that it was laundry day, I put a few loads of laundry away. Laundry is so cool - especially on Mondays because we usually find a random sock or two from Veronica's stay on the weekend. Little tiny socks that cling to bath towels or stick to the cuff of Ron's jeans. So when I shake out the laundry as I fold it, tiny little pink and white treasures come flying out - never in pairs of course. But I like to imagine those two little tootsies running around in them. The feet never stop. She never walks, so they sure get a workout, those tootsies of hers. They run free every chance they get. A happy sight for this Nana. I smile just thinking of it
The snow continued to fall during the evening on Monday - but fairly light. 1-3 inches is what the weatherman said - Tuesday morning we woke up to 10 inches or so - the trip to work was a real picnic (tongue in cheek humor there). But to see the snow covered trees and grass was like looking at a Currier and Ives painting.
This weekend, Nana and Veronica are baking. It's supposed to snow most of the weekend so we might make our way to the big hill two doors down in our neighbor's back yard. We have a snow saucer just waiting to get christened. Oh my gosh it's been so long since I've been on a snow saucer. Maybe I will think twice about that.
And so, those tootsies that never stop will be running around here again on Friday night and on Saturday morning they will quietly sneak down the stairs to find out who is going to give her a glass of juice (usually it's Papa). Veronica will ask for all the things that she knows she can't have fror breakfast - pickles, cookies, soup. It's a ritual :). Although our weekends are drastically different than they were 6 months ago, we are adjusting quite well to the adventure.
God is so good to bless us with these things - a three year old's tootsies running free in the sox that get washed at the same time...but never show up in the dryer together. Her sweet little voice, and the heart that is happy. It may be different, but I'll take it any day of the week.
Blessings my friends.
God bless our troops - and those who wait.