Duct tape art gifts
Waiting for the T (our subway into Boston)
Paul Revere's house
Welcoming the New Year!
Sparkling grape juice toast with Papa
The Vermont Country Store in Rockingham, VT.
An outhouse..looks like a chilly way to go to me!
The Vermont Country Store in Weston, VT.
The plan was for Papa & Gramma to arrive on December 27th direct from Portland....but God had something else in mind and decided to cover New England in 22 inches of snow just the day before they were to arrive. Logan airport shut down and my parents had to find a way to Boston...and find it they did, 24 hours later via Seattle, Washington DC, and finally a more than 7 hour train ride along the eastern seaboard to our part of the country. Welcoming them off the train in the freezing cold, jumbling suitcases, and bounding grandchildren will be a memory that I treasure for years to come.
Since they have arrived we have dragged them over hill and dale, The Freedom Trail in below freezing Boston, pizza on Federal Hill in Providence, New Years Day to both Vermont Country Stores, coming to our new church, having dinner with our pastors and their families, Zibby's first day of preschool, and the list goes on and on....no wonder they are still in bed as I type.
Of course what would a true Harrington visit be without someone getting sick???? Gramma came down with a stomach bug last night. Then Abby Sue woke up with the crud and Papa decided to join in the fun this morning. I think that the rest of us would rather not be in their club...so I guess we will take are Que form above and slow down a bit.
I'm dreading Thursday, when that big 'ol plane swallows them up and takes them far away from us again.
But...this is the day that my Jesus has made so I will make the choice to rejoice and be thankful for all that He has blessed us with.
(I'm secretly praying for another snow storm that shuts down Logan again anytime before our goodbyes.)