Something Old, Something New...

This weekend RyGar and I escaped to the blooming desert with just one babe in tow. 

We RSVPed for a little party at my parents new place... for just the three of us.
It was a little "to do" to celebrate the 1/2 Birthday of our baby boy, Ace a' Spades.  

We left a twibling each with a set of loving Grandparents and off we went to chillax with one another and to bask in the cheeky grins of our littlest fish man.

And we did nothing of importance.... a golf course was involved, some shopping, some inspiring words from General Conference, some ice cream and even a nap and yet it felt like the deep life-sustaining breath that we needed to gulp in after emerging from deep waters having held our breath for a long, long time.  We needed some one-on-one time to talk and laugh and plan and dream and we needed to soak in the littlest man and give him our full attention for a couple of days.  And of course, he didn't disappoint.

We stopped in to see Ryan's Grandpa & Grandma.  

For the record this one was doing windmills and singing Good Morning greetings when I first met her.  

I aspire to do windmills and sing when my grandkids have gathered.

Ace has already met his Great Grandpa once, but this time he really greeted him as if they were old friends.  Ryan's grandpa is now confined to a bed and is in the sunset of his long life and Ace just grabbed his hand and held tight as if he was making sure that Grandpa Great knew that he had just come from the Heavens and that it was OK for Grandpa to make his way back home... a new life and an old life sharing their sweet glimpses into the Eternities.

  

Little Bear Cub Paw Meet Great Papa Bear Paw

It was a sweet full circle moment.

I'm sure the toddlers gave a couple sets of Grandparents a run for their money.  But the progress reports that we got went something like this, "Oh he was so sweet."  "He did so good!"  "We had so much fun."  "Anytime we can help..."  
What amazing families we have... and what suave liars they are!

  

And so, now, I work to restock an empty fridge and plan a new week and run load after load of laundry and again, I tell myself...  All the work to pack and travel with toddlers and babes was worth it.
For that breath.  For that momentary reprieve.  For a chance to recharge waning batteries before we must power them up for another six months of non-stop action courtesy of our little family.

So that covers our weekend... Someone old, someone new, something borrowed and little boys blue.
:)