We took a brief trip to Utah this last week, which was so wonderful. The night we got there it snowed- so the next morning, the kids were thrilled to see a winter wonderland. We finally feel like it's Christmas season! Something about the snow just makes it more official.
While there I overhead a very sweet conversation between my mom and Isaac during a very loud, rambunctious birthday party. It went something like this:
Isaac: GramB, did you know I was adopted?
GramB: Why yes! I did! It was one of the most special days, ever.
Isaac: *Gasp* it WAS????
GramB: Of course! And I was there to hold you shortly after you were brought home from the hospital!
Isaac: *gasp* you WERE????
GramB: (laughing now) Of course! You were so tiny--- the smallest baby I'd ever seen!
Isaac: I WAS SOOOO TINY?????
Isn't that the cutest? I adore sensitive, soul-searching little boys. Especially ones who commonly trick their relatives into telling them their details on his birth story.