Winter with the Wigs

It was all fun and games until the sickness going around the Little Wigs spread to the Big Wigs and Co. My level of bummed out was super high, especially when the cutest Papa and Gigi outing had to be cancelled because everyone was sick (and unfortunately, stayed sick for the duration of our stay). I'm hoping for a raincheck sometime when we're together again! 

Coco was the only baby on board when we took Kate and Brendan downtown to see their wedding venue. She is just the sweetest dolly and was soaking up the attention that comes with being an only child for the afternoon.

Getting ready will be a pleasure when we can look in these pretty mirrors, right Kate? I'm so excited for May 19th!

Cora Sue and Uncle B!

We caught Santa unloading a few gifts under the tree. It was all the feels and absolutely made our Christmas Eve on the mountain. I can't imagine what kind of strings had to be pulled so that Santa could leave his busy workshop and come be with us, but gosh am I grateful for every effort.

The look of magic and excitement on T's face here is priceless. T finally got the Battle-boxing Robots he has told Santa about the past two Christmases and it made his year! Just in case you're wondering, his reaction made mine!

That jolly old St. Nick sure made for a magical night on the mountain.

Grampa and T were playing Battle Boxing Robots together for a long time, and having a blast!

Christmas jammies with the wonderful Wigs.

On our way out of town we went to visit Great Papa in Memory Care. I can't adequately describe how much I adore him and how much his warmth and love have meant to me since joining the Wigginton family nearly a decade ago. It breaks my heart that we can no longer really communicate, and I just hope and pray that he is comfortable and at peace inside his mind. We spent most of the visit holding his hand and reminding him how much we love him through old stories, memories, songs and conversation. He said three words during our whole visit. Pointing to baby Cora he said, "What's. Her. Name." We told him that her name was Cora and we call her Coco. He didn't give any response or reaction, but I'll forever tell Cora that her Great Papa loved her so much that in his silent state he somehow found a few words just for her.

One of the most tender moments of our visit was when Quinn decided to go give Great Papa a hug and he in turn started rubbing her back. She laid her head on his lap and was perfectly still as he tickled her back and head. The boys were singing "What a Wonderful World," Cora was cooing in James' arms, my eyes were wet with tears and the moment was just too perfect. The boys have years of happy memories of time spent with Great Papa and I'm glad these girls will have a handful of happy memories as well.

We love you Great Papa.