
Janette's blog today triggered this one, she always finds fun and adventure in her every day life, she's 'spunky'...
When our kids were growing up, we lived in a small area where the homes were built around a little park. Our home had been a model, so ours looked out over a beautiful pool and tennis court. Our whole family spent time out there almost every day. I swam, played tennis, and watched our kids grow up there.
During the winter, in Texas we seem to get more ice than snow. One winter the ice was heavier than usual, and the whole tennis court looked like an ice skating rink.
Enter my Norwegian genes...
My mom was born and raised in northern Norway as most of you know, where the little children were on skis before they could walk!
I still had her last pair of ice skates.
I dug them out, laced them up, bundled up, and off I went...
Out my own back door, skating down the walking path that lead to the tennis court, there I was... skating in large circles, even going backwards, with the whole tennis court to myself. My husband and kids were watching all of this through the kitchen windows, and laughing as I performed for them. I even went to my friends house and skated up her driveway and rang the bell, as she stood there laughing.
This year, we went back to that house, and sat on the bench in the park, my daughter, her 3 girls and I, right behind our old house. I could picture the whole chapter of our lives there, only now my daughter is the age I was then!!
Memories are so much fun. And they aren't over... today I head to east Texas where our son and his family have just moved. They just got a huge trampoline... :)
I hope I make memories right up to the day I go to heaven!
