This is not a great picture of our three sons, but I love it for several reasons.
- We seldom get to see the three of them gathered in one place anymore.
- They are playing Carcasonne together - with a lot of playful banter being exchanged.
- While they are playing a board game, Nate and Jon are also playing Words with Friends on their smart phones. Either Daniel doesn't have a smart phone or they haven't invited him to play. 20 years ago, he would have tattled on them, but he seems to be able to fend for himself now.
As I've mentioned, we had such a great time at Christmas. We gave the boys each a DVD that we had converted from some VHS tapes we had of their childhood.
I don't think I have ever seen the three of them or my daughters-in-love laugh so hard. Jon even fell on the floor overcome with laughter. Somone snorted they were laughing so hard (that was quite possibly me).
Ah, good times. Good times.
I loved those days when they were all at home underfoot. But we can't go back, can we? Only in our memories.
I stopped several times during our gathering and reminded myself, that, these, these, are the days that will in the future be - the good old days. We make special memories every time we are together. Not because we do anything fancy, but because we make an effort to spend time together and love on each other. And tease. And play.
Three little grands underfoot and in arms, laughing, yelling, crying, sleeping, falling and yes, snorting. We will remember these good old days.
Grandma and Grandpa were the first ones to head for home, having the most distance to cover. But before we left, we sat in the car for a moment, with tears in our eyes, and yes, running down our cheeks, rejoicing in what we had experienced. So sad to be leaving, but so grateful for our precious, wonderful family.
Nathan said he thought the driveway looked a little wet after we left.