I’m heading to Montana by myself to visit my Grandma while Steve holds down the fort. The last time I saw her was when I was pregnant with Hunter…it’s been far too long. A snapshot from our last visit:
I’m really looking forward to spending the weekend with my grandma. She’s not as active or as vocal as she used to be but at 94 years old, she’s doing pretty well and I’m excited to see her. However, I’m not sure I planned this at a good time. I was checking the weather before packing today and found out it will be a high of 48. I’ve been in Arizona too long, because when I hear it’s 48 degrees I panic and I’m not sure what to wear. I don’t even have a wardrobe for weather like that anymore. Plus- how silly do I look in my jeans and boots holding my wool coat as I stand in the airport in 90 degree weather. At least I’ll get some use from 1 of 8 wool coats that are collecting dust in the closet! It’s probably time for me to retire at least 7 of those coats.
I was really hoping that there would still be some fall beauty left when I arrived, but they got snow two weeks ago, fall is officially dead. Winter has arrived. Either way, I’m ready.
Goodbye desert…hello beautiful mountains of Montana.