We made it.
I know you were worried.
Except that you didn't know we were gone, so you couldn't have been worried.
Just the same, we made it home, in spite of snowy conditions.
We've been at Jason's parent's house for a few days.
We had some Christmas gifts to deliver.
And some Hallmark movies to watch with Jason's grandma.
The snow...oh the snow...
It started last night and might stop sometime tomorrow.
When we got home tonight I suggested we go to the grocery store...
...in case we got snowed in until spring.
We chose to go to the store closest to our home.
After being stuck at a turn light that never turned green, behind many cars who didn't dare move, we turned around.
Plan B was the next closest store to our house.
We were stuck there too, due to an accident somewhere ahead of us. We turned around.
Plan C was the next closest store to our house.
A semi was blocking the main lane of traffic. We couldn't go anywhere.
We turned around.
Plan D was the store closest to my mom's house.
Amazingly we made it.
And two hours later we were home with our groceries.
This afternoon I stopped in at my parent's house to say hi.
My dad was happy to see me.
"I'm so glad you are here. I've been worried all day that you wouldn't get through the mountain pass without problems. Those roads are horrible during a snow storm."
It's nice to know he still worries.
As I sat at the table eating a slice of my mom's perfect homemade bread, my dad told me the plans for his latest and greatest business idea.
..."and to top it off we can sell hot dogs and...and...and...what are those chips covered in cheese called?"
"Yeah, hot dogs and nachos."
He'll probably not live that down for a little while.
I'd like to tell you something.
Something that makes me want to cry.
Something that makes me want to cry for a long time.
I walked out of the bathroom this afternoon and Jason's eyes went straight to my stomach.
"Noelle, are you...?"
"Yes Jason, I think I am starting to show. Don't ask me how that's possible this early."
And then for good measure I added, "And stop looking at my stomach. It's fat okay?"
He laughed and hugged me.
And while he hugged me I wiped away a tear...or two.