There is nothing that brings me more joy than watching my parents become grandparents. As they watch my son, everything changes. Colors become brighter and more vivid, a simple
pine cone becomes an incredible piece of art and a snowball... well a snowball becomes the means to an afternoon filled with laughter.
We managed to squeeze in a trip up our pass just before the big snowstorm hit. It was everything I hoped it would be. Simply stunning.
