Holy cow. We had 7+ inches of snow today. The 26th of March. The 26th of any month will always remind me of losing you. But this particular date and snowstorm reminds me that we never got to take you sledding. You would have gotten such a huge belly laugh out of the experience - I regret that we didn't take advantage of the snows earlier this winter.
However, you DID get to play in the snow just the week before you passed. I usually worked from home on Fridays, but went in for a 1/2 day that Friday since we'd had bad weather earlier in the week. I took you to Grandma and Grandpa's house, armed with only your winter coat. No boots, no snow gear. Grandpa took you out for an exploratory walk on the driveway that morning and you were delighted by the snow and ice. While you marched down their driveway with your penguin-march, you hit the ice and danced around for a minute trying to find your balance. Finally, you hit the ground, bounced up and laughed. Then, you headed straight for a snow bank on the side of their driveway and jumped head first into the snow! Bliss!
We only have a few pictures of you walking, and they are from that day. The quality of these pictures isn't great, but I really wanted to share them with today's posting. While not perfect, they are perfectly Peanut. My Peanut. My little boy. Oh, how I miss you.
To the moon and back, my sweet boy. Love, love, love -