The adults and kids in our Texas family love to ski, which calls for an annual visit to Colorado. Steve and I were invited along to help with the baby, who isn’t skiing yet—we said yes.
Every morning Steve drove the gang over to the slopes and came back to make phone calls and help me. This kid is almost always happy, even joyful, and delightfully engaging, so we had fun. Though every half hour he toddled to the front door, teared up and cried, “Mama!”
On the last day he missed her most and was tired from not enough sleep. So I picked him up—a challenge for my weak lungs at 10,000 feet—and snuggled him close. I sang to him, talked to him, prayed for him. And experienced a bit of heaven as he slept in my arms for 1 ½ hours.
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