Our Wandering Weekend

 Saturday it rained as we rolled into San Antonio for the weekend.

It was dreary, and we wound up in the mall.

When we saw no line in the break in the rain with this most beautiful Santa on the river, we took it.

Alida was the only one that would go to him.

Nicholas asked if he couldn't just write Santa a letter?

And later, when I had snuck away to a few stores and came back, the kids, tired and kind of cooped up, were acting crazy at the play area in the mall.

Patric was on the phone.

Everything had just been off.

"My grandfather died today," he mouthed.

 And we felt appropriately heavy on our dreary day.

Later we went to dinner, and we had a nice meal.  We did. We had a nice meal with these folks who were tired from our wandering and lost sort of day.

 And we headed to the hotel, and we let the kids roam as we were quiet.

And it seemed like the right end to the day to be forced into quiet in the hotel with the kids tucked in.

And we sat quietly with our view and remembered grandpa with no housework to finish and no tasks overwhelming us. 

We will miss you Great-grandpa Stuber.