Isn't it funny how when everything else goes along as planned, you can almost always count on the weather to blow a fly in the soup. Much as it broke our hearts not to be a part of the special reunion between father and son, we were grateful for the opportunity that Gabe had to spend time with Little Zachary. And it was a wonderful visit according to Little Zack's account over the phone. Selfishly though I impatiently waited for my son to return home with the pictures of my grandson so that at least my eyes might witness in a small way the joy that is my son and my grandson.
Enter... the fly, in the shape of a severe weather condition, ie: rain! At first it looked like it would just be a slight delay, then hours. All flights in were diverted. All flights out were grounded and eventually cancelled. Instead of spending the evening with us pouring over his treasury of pictures from the visit, Gabe spent one of his precious last nights in country... in a hotel next to an airport somewhere in Ohio.
Here in Colorado we were in the middle of an electrical storm ourselves. Once I got over the disappointment of lost time and accepted that it was better to be safe than sorry, I pulled the blinds up in the bedroom and enjoyed the light show. We didn't get the much needed rain, but the lightning and thunder was spectacular.
And how is summer with the Oompas? Thus far there have only been a few petty fights, like who gets the last cheeseburger, or who had more soda than the other. Yesterday I caught Rocky trying to run Becca over with the huge rolling curbside trash can. Of course the fully loaded trash can probably weighed more than both girls combined so Rocky was having a hard time maneuvering it and for the most part Becca just stood on the driveway laughing from a safe distance. We put a swimming pool on layaway. Hopefully we'll be able to get it home and set up before the Oompas actually succeed in harming each other.
Gabe called early this morning from the airport. He figured I might need a little 'grand baby fix' to help me through the day so he had emailed some pictures from the hotel. Oh, I love my little Wild Child! Isn't he just adorable?
Hello, Zachary... don't forget, tell mommy you want to visit Grandma Jo... SOON! Call me! Love you Sugar Booger (yes, I have another Sugar Booger, like father like son!)