Saturday, December 11, 2010
His Last Christmas Before Heaven
Christmas season comes with all kinds of memories. The ones that are most important are the ones you can never make again, the ones you don't ever want to fade away. I miss his easy smile and the warmth of a Christmas morning together.
Never again, and therefore all the more precious...
A treasured white Christmas, worth every dime and every bit of travel hassle as we came from three different directions to share this blissful week.
Phone in one ear, computer on his lap; he brought his work with him, and when he wasn't skiing, he was doing this.
Candid snap of brother and sister at breakfast...
Thank God for cameras and their capacity for saving what we can't bear to lose.
A rare shopping trip with me...oh, how I miss him joking, laughing, just being next to me.
A beer at the Million Dollar Cowboy bar in Jackson Hole, WY.
So glad we did it, so wish we could do it again. I miss you, beautiful son.
Make and savor your moments. Sometimes they are the precious last drops.