Delusions of Grandeur

It's been rather snowy here lately. I tried to take pictures the other evening as the flakes were falling soft, slow and fat upon the ground. It just looked so peaceful . . . but being dark, the pictures didn't turn out well. So use your imaginations.

Because it has been so snowy, we've been inside a lot. No we haven't reached cabin fever status . . . yet.

So R and I were having a conversation the other afternoon and she grabbed my face in both of her hands. She told me to try to get out of that! It was a challenge. But one I thought I was prepared for. I told her not to dig her nails into me because "I had grown attached to my face."

She received that bit of information with huge, rolling peels of laughter! Oh the delight of hearing one's children laugh. I laughed with her. We laughed so much that tears were streaming from our eyes. Finally, in attempts not to pass out, our laughter dissipated so that we could breathe again.

I was feeling rather proud of myself that this tired old expression brought such delight to my daughter. Upon catching our breath, she giggled and said, "Mom, you've always been attached to it!"

So much for my delusions of grandeur.