A Week into Jan 2009

This new year has already begun to speed by.  My grandson is at 26 weeks now and in only about 12 now he will join the rest of us.  Now I must say that 12 weeks sounds a lot shorter than three months.  April 15th is the due date.  As I think about it the excitement mounts.  He can now hear things outside the womb.  He can open and close his tiny eyes.  He has eye lashes too.  I wonder if he will have long eye lashes like me.  I wish he could hear my voice.  I wish I could tell him what a wonderful little boy he is and how excited we all are to see him.  That will come in time.  

I am so grateful to have Stephanie here at this time.  She has relieved me of many of my weekly duties of driving my parents around.  It has aloud me to schedule other things that I don't normally do otherwise during those days.  I was able to get the carpets cleaned, get the dreaded dentist out of the way, spend time at baby stores and shop, and generally relax and de stress after the holidays.  I have been able to finish two wonderful books.  Of the two, I think I enjoyed Snow Angel the best.  It was written by Jamie Carie.  I read it rather quickly.  I started a book about Mary Queen of Scotts last night.  I have also spent a little bit more time on my game the past few days and have really enjoyed myself.  As soon as this month is over I have a stash of sewing projects to work on.  I finished a burp bib this week and would like to begin a special quilt for my grandson.  I don't know yet what theme to make it.  If any of you out there have any suggestion I would be happy to hear.  This month will be hectic as I have two ski trips.

I love going out of town.  Being in the mountains and the ocean fill me with a certain peace I don't have anywhere else.  When I look out over the them I see God's mighty power and His awesomeness.  

My grandmother lived in Genoa, Italy.  The area is a little hilly and when I looked out of her apt. window I could see a hill called Mt. Moro.  I told her when I grew up I would live on a mountain.  Little did I know that when I grew up God would allow me to live half way up a mountain.  God knows our hearts and if we look deep enough, he does give us the desires of our hearts.  Unfortunately, sometimes we don't always know what our heart really wants.  On that note I hope to write from the slopes.