This week I got away with most (and possibly all, come the weekend) of my family for a pre-Christmas holiday in the mountains of Idaho. It's a working holiday as I've got revisions to complete, but I'm so glad I could come. Am having a wonderful — and frigid — time with my youngest daughter and her three youngest children. More family will join us for the weekend. Poppet, sadly, had to stay home with the house/dog sitter as no pets are allowed in these condos.
Our first night here was a bit rough as two of the kids got sick. We were washing bedding and kids until late into the night. But everyone seems to be fine now.
We braved the arctic cold yesterday and went to the beach to take photos. But it was so bloomin' cold (about 7°) that we didn't last long. I was warm everywhere but my hands. My lined driving gloves didn't begin to cut it when that cold. When we got up this morning it was -13°. We stayed inside most of the day until the kids wanted to swim in the indoor pool. Me, I went into the exercise room and did some work on the elliptical machine and the recumbent bike. I have a feeling that won't be enough to counteract the eating we're doing!
Aren't times with family the absolute best? It makes me so thankful to God for blessing me with my two beautiful daughters who then were blessed with their six beautiful children. It reminds me that He knew me in my mother's womb, He knew my daughters when they were in my womb, He knew my grandchildren when they were in my daughters' wombs. He knows us all in countless, intimate ways, and loves us more than we can conceive or imagine. That's a lot of love.