I found an absolute treasure

Andrew has taken Catherine and Thomas to visit his parents.  They left Saturday and will be back tomorrow.  They even took our sweet pup with them.  I'll be honest, I have very much enjoyed the 72 hours of basically no responsibility (other than being at my mom's to help).  At the same time, I will be so glad when they are all home tomorrow evening.

I spent the first two evenings watching movies that I knew would make me cry.  Not only do I not like to cry in front of my family, but I really need a good "all out" cry with all of the emotions I've had lately.  I pretty much sobbed while watching "Steel Magnolias" last evening, but in many ways it felt so good.

For today, my plan has been to watch the Reds game this evening while working on scanning some photos.  For some reason, the CD on which 2009 photos appears to be corrupted, so I am scanning the photos to have them digitized.  Thank goodness I was so good about printing things out!  Unfortunately, the area has had some pretty heavy rain this evening, so while the game will happen eventually, it isn't happening yet.  While eating dinner I decided to see what I might have that I could watch for a little bit.  I came across a video my aunt & uncle had taken at a pool party at their house...in 2006!  I'm pretty sure I had never watched it before.  It's almost an hour of the kids playing in the pool.  I loved watching Catherine.  I had forgotten how determined she was and always on the go.  It seemed like nothing ever scared her.  I also loved watching her older cousins be so sweet with her and so helpful.  I was also able to hear my father's voice.  It was wonderful.  I'll never forget his voice, but it was good to actually be able to hear it again.  He was on the video only for a moment or two as the camera was pointed almost exclusively at the pool, but I did get to see him.  I loved getting to hear his voice, and I loved getting to see my kids be so little again.  Not just in a picture, but see how they moved, and in the case of Thomas, how he screamed (he wasn't necessarily a fan of the pool at age 2).  It was truly a treasure to find that!