Was it worth nearly 15 hours there and another 15 hours back through the mountains, for three days of baby love?
Would I do it again, for the same or less time together?
In a skinny minute.
I can say, without hesitation or bias, that our daughter and her husband are excellent parents.
I'm not surprised, mind you. I knew she had it in her.
I suspect that one of the biggest stresses for them, in having us there, was that Nate was missing out on his own Norah snuggle time. The Grandparents were baby hogs.
It was such a blessing to hold that little girl, and smell her, and talk to her and cuddle her.
I told Johanna that when we left my eyes were leaking until Chilliwack.
They still have a tendency to leak when I least expect it.
It was a nice reprieve from winter, though. A little unfair, almost, that just thirteen or fourteen hours away (less than 2 if you hop on an airplane!) it is actually spring. Sun is shining, crocuses and daffodils are blossoming, song birds are singing and grass- actual real, green grass!- is growing.
It was hard to leave baby squeaks and snuggles and sunshine and picnics for blowing, drifting, thigh deep snow and a quiet, echoing house.
At least we have pictures, Skype and memories to sustain us.
Now if only we could do something about the snow...