Last night on our way home from New Hampshire we were reminiscing about years past with dad, the memories we can recall. Talking about dad really helps comfort us. We wanted a coffee so we stopped in Plymouth at Dunkin Donuts but they were closed so I asked to stop across the way at Burger King instead. I walked up to the counter and ordered two medium coffee’s with cream and sugar, got back to the car and they were too hot to drink so I waited about a half hour before mine was cooled off a bit. I took a sip. It was black. Den’s was black too. I started to laugh and cry. All I could think of was dad.
Tonight I gave Brandon and Olive baths, lotioned and jammied them and put Olive into bed early with her puppy. Milk is being warmed in a saucer so I can make Brandon some hot chocolate before bed. It’s so surreal these last few hours of him being 7 years old, jumping and playing with his Sonic action figures with a fierce energy and enthusiasm it seems only children have.
When I look back and see photos of him at Olive’s age it makes me sad that he grew up so quickly, that time I once took for granted, and that time is gone and only now a memory and I forget some things about him when he was a baby sometimes so I have to refer to the baby book to recall what his favorite food was at a year old or what his favorite toy was at 6 months or when he got his first little baby tooth. And then I feel like a failure because I can’t remember those things on my own and what about 2 years and 3 and 4 and so on? What about all of those things I can’t remember? I only had a book for the first year…
our little boy we love you so much.
I will savor these last few hours as he goes from seven to eight years old and I will remember how I took him and Olive sledding together today and how he held her tight as we zipped around the back yard full of smiles and laughter, how we had hot chocolate together and he asked to play a Sonic game on the computer before bedtime and anticipated his upcoming birthday but saying he wanted to stay seven…. and that he only wanted presents and brownies haha!
We were so thankful to spend the day in New Hampshire with our family for Thanksgiving. It was absolutely wonderful and now a cherished memory. With lots of photos.
Olive and Brandon’s jumbo letter shirts courtesy of Gorno Couture.
Brandon and Olive enjoyed watching a Charlie Brown Special at Grampa’s.
And we caught a glimpse of a gorgeous sunrise outside dads door come morning.
We got home this afternoon, took our boots off and then I had the most brilliant idea. Let’s put our boots back on and go sledding. It was so fun. The temperature was very mild at nearly 50 degrees, perfect to get outside and enjoy it.
Sunday we headed to the peak of Mount Washington in New Hampshire with our children to celebrate our 13th anniversary. Elevation 6,288 ft. We took the Auto Road up to the top with a few stops along the way to take some photos and let our engine cool. It was a gorgeous sunny day with temperatures in the 70’s and the Auto Road was bustling with other cars just as anxious to get to the top to see the amazing view as we were. It was 8 miles to the top of the mountain and took us about 45 minutes because of all the wonderful pull-offs along the way just begging for a girl with camera in tow. ;-D I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. The ride up the Auto Road offered much to be seen itself with man made rock piles, twisty S curves and had incredible panoramic views. Once we reached the top we realized what all the hype was about. Breathtaking views! This trip was filled with memories to last a lifetime.