It's been five months this past week since my Daddy passed. This week marked my first snow days without him on this Earth to talk about it with. From the onset of and early talks of snow my dad and I always would touch base to discuss what we thought would happen. Daddy would read me the seven day forecast and then the weather channel updates. He gave me driving tips and always would call as the first snowflakes fell in Ecru.
As I watched and waited on the weather to move in, I missed him. As I watched Jett have a big time in the snow this week, I know Daddy would have braved slick roads to watch him if he had been here.
And this morning as I thought back over how much my Daddy like to get out and play in the snow, I thought about what his grave must have looked like covered in snow. I worried and wondered if I should have driven by just to check, just to see.
Five months and I still catch myself reliving our final days together, our final moments. I don't think about it all the time, I don't cry every week, but I am still sad.
Jett slept until 7:45 this morning, and if he takes an awesome nap today we may move to Wyoming just to get some good rest. When he finally woke up he said he wanted to go down the big hill again. After breakfast he was more interested in watching Thomas on the bed than getting his layers on and going in to the cold. So about 9 o'clock he laid down in the floor made a pretend snow angel and wanted his layers on, to go outside.
Cullen's first task was to make a snow man. It was super easy and he was ready to go for a walk.
We made it to the big hill today and almost had the whole thing to ourselves. Today he took more than a couple of rides down the hill and then we sledded back around town. He walked some and then we headed from our house to the hospital to see Sadie. My mom had to work late yesterday and wound up spending the night at the hospital overnight so she could be at work early this morning.
After our courtyard photo shoot we kept on moving and Jett laid down in the sled.
On the way we saw Webb Kennedy, one of my mom's high school classmates' grandson. I took him for a little ride with Jett and then we were back on the journey to the hospital.
And then we found Say Say, she fixed us some hot chocolate and and let us warm up our hands before we headed back to the house.
Now that I work year round I have mixed emotions about snow days. While every person in public education wants a day off mid winter, we hate a make up day. As soon as we go back to work, teachers will begin commiserating over the make up days that will come to us in May. I will be working anyway, so it makes no difference to me. Now when Ole Miss cancels classes these days I get giddy. They can't have make up days, and that means the professors start rethinking the syllabus and usually deleting assignments.
On Tuesday when I left school, the student teachers had begun to murmur about school the next day. My favorite predictions to listen to are the parents. One of my duties is to call names for car riders, which I love, and a parent came through saying we might get eight inches, I laughed and moved to the next car.
About five o'clock I got the call from the superintendent we would not have school. I was a bit skeptical, but kind of excited. He was making the call from San Diego at a convention, so I then set about praying it was right.
One thing I am learning on this side of the classroom, is no matter what we will take flack for our decisions. If we have school and the weather is questionable, parents will call to tell us how uncaring and unsafe it will be, if we close and nothing could happen we get calls and complaints of parents who had to miss work for nothing.
And as I put Jett down for a nap just before noon I made sure to pray a little harder that we would infact get some snow. Once it started falling I couldn't wait to wake up Jett for him to see it.
I'm so thankful my cousin, Darla, posted a picture of her sleds last week because I made sure to secure the Pollards two sleds to keep on hand. Jett wasn't sure at first about the white stuff. I wound up not being able to find any kid gloves when I went in search, so we made do with some socks for his hands.
Jett's favorite time was being pulled by his Daddy. He would point to tell us which way to go. He loved being pulled down Main Street. We have a super huge hill behind the high school that the town goes to and we took Jett for the first time.
Snowball was less than thrilled with the snow.
Cullen and Jett headed down the hill and Jett was okay until they hit a snow drift that got right in his face. He was over it.
I made one run and then to keep the little one happy we headed back to Main Street to take in the sights.
We made snow angels and headed inside to warm up.
Earlier in the week I saw that our pastor had prepared by bringing his side by side complete with tubes to the church. I texted him as the snow really began to fall and asked him to swing by the Pollards if he got out and played in the fresh snow.
He texted me just about quitting time at the church and said he was about to be ready to take Jett for a spin. We layered Jett back up and headed across the street.
The boys were slung through the parking lots and with smiles they took a lot of snow to the face.
We are so thankful for Brother Ken, who ministers to his flock in the sad times and the happy times.