Whirlwind

My flight landed last night around 7, and with that, my whirlwind of a weekend had come to a close. My darling husband was there to meet me at the airport and to drive me home. I was hoping to see my sweet Colin, too, but he had been napping soundly when Justin left the house, so he asked his parents to come over and keep an eye on him for a little while. Luckily, the airport isn't that far away, so we made it home in pretty good time and I finally got to hold my baby boy in my arms. He smiled so big when he saw me, and it melted my heart.

With my brother and sister before the funeral

Grandpa's funeral was beautiful. Uncle Paul gave a great eulogy, and Dad preached a mini-sermon with one of Grandpa's favorite stories- the tale of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego in the furnace. He talked about how the Lord is with us wherever we go, no matter how tough our circumstances are. About how God was with Grandpa during the hard times, and how He worked everything together for His good so that just two people could build a close-knit family of 64. Amazing.

I am so thankful that I got to spend time with loved ones, and to be able to get some closure on Grandpa's death. This weekend was more a celebration of life than a funeral, really, and that's the way it should be. While it was great to be there, though, it's also very nice to be home. I'm glad my boys survived the weekend, but they both seemed to miss me very much while I was gone. And of course, I missed them like crazy, too!


And now that I'm home, it's time to shift my focus to Christmas. It's only 13 days away, people! I don't know about you, but I'm ready to celebrate and get into the Christmas spirit.


More to come.