Safe arrival to my mom's front door! We actually got to land and drive into the city ourselves. As wade was getting things into the rental car he commented the car reeeeked of smoke. Thankfully we hadn't loaded in the carseats just yet. I put my bag in the front seat and got my own wiff of that Toyota and yeah there was no way we were going anywhere in that car. Caravanned luggage, carseats, strollers, and ourselves back to the rental gal and she not only gave us a new vehicle but also an upgrade at no extra fee! Loaded up and we were on our last mode of transportation to as Kent says "Grandma Spencer's house, in Edmonton, in Canada. To Grandmas Spencer's and all my cousins and Grandma's red bucket of cars. And Tommy and George."
There is something quite special about going home at Christmastime. It was so nice. The home decorated with exactly what I remember. But minus all the Christmas decor, my mom is the gem whom makes the home our home. I love her dearly. She knows me inside and out. We can talk with just our eyes and understand. She loves my family like she loves me. I love how she respects and loves Wade and how she loves and adores Kent and Leon. She is amazing with each (14) of the grandchildren. She can zero in on each and give them attention and love and learning. Mom teaches as she goes. I still have a lot to learn from her.
No comments:
Post a Comment