A week in Michigan with family gave ample time to make memories. Memories like...
... sleeping in because I knew my Mom would take care of getting breakfast going.
... enjoying my Mom's cooking. Best pork tenderloin. Ever.
... sipping hot coffee while watching huge, fluffy snowflakes pour down.
... seeing lots and lots of extended family.
... throwing snow balls at my brothers and knowing they were "mature" enough now not to haul off and blast me back.
... watching Annalyse snuggle with her Grandpa.
... hearing my Dad agree to a night walk in the snow with my boys, even though I knew he was tired from a day of work.
... seeing my boys laugh at my Mom's crazy antics. (Pfsh, she is sooo not a laid-back Grandma.)
... hearing my kids say Grandma and Grandpa and I love you in the same sentence. Lots and lots of times.
... roasting marshmallows in the fire and cracking peanuts by the fire.
... card games. More card games. And, even more card games.
... being kicked out of the living room by my boys because it was a "boys only time to play games with Grandpa."
... watching my boys bake with their Grandma and work in her kitchen. They stood on the same chair at the same counter and used the same measuring cups as I did as a kid.
... seeing my kids transition easily into Sunday school at my parents church and realizing that they are well on their way of discovering that church is always important. Even on vacation. And even when they don't know anyone around them.
... hearing my brothers laugh with my boys and watching them wrestle with them. It annoyed me growing up, but now I'm grateful for it!
... spying on my boys and my nephew playing games together. Little boy conversations are actually quite interesting.
... sleeping in a comfortable bed because my parents insisted on using an air mattress while I was there. Sacrifice. Always, always the first to sacrifice for others.
... listening to the weather report each night and the forecast of more snow each day.
... waking up to new snow each morning and hearing the shouts of glee from my boys when they looked out the window.
... marveling at how much fun my boys had playing in the snow. Being southern boys I thought for sure they'd wimp out in the cold, but they pleasantly surprised me with how daring they were and how long they stayed out to play!
... laughing at Annalyse who wandered everywhere behind her Grandma. Almost like a little puppy and just wanting to be wherever Grandma was.
... listening to my boys pray and thank Jesus for the chance to be in Michigan and the chance to see family and the chance to have fun.