It’s been a while since I started blogging about the Newcom Nine’s trip to Indiana. I realize it was like 6 weeks ago, but these pictures are too precious to me not to document and share.
So let me re-set the scene for you: All nine of us drove up to West, Lafayette to Purdue for the day. As we were headed to the Women’s Basketball game the snow began to come down – hard and beautiful. For the 2 hours we were in the game, the snow accumulated.
Okay, here we go:
Out of all my children ONE expressed their passion for the snow far more than the others.
And that would be Adam.
Everyone loved it and was having a grand ole time but nothing like Adam.
He embraced it. Literally.
He rolled around in it. Touched it. Ate it.
You name it.
When we walked out from the basketball game I was fumbling around trying to get my gloves, scarf, and hat on while 16 kids begged for my attention, and their gloves, hats, and scarves that they refused to put on inside the building (when all 7 talk/yell at once I begin to go cross-eyed and I swear to you that 7 turns into 16!)
I couldn’t capture their reaction on camera as quickly but I did grab my phone and take this (very) quick snipit:
You could say he was in love with the snow.
I’d say he was smitten. That face says it all……this is probably the most expression and personality he has ever allowed me to capture on camera.
And this one: no level of cold was going to stop him.
OK. I know you are laughing now.
Y’all know this is NOT THAT MUCH SNOW! This is what the Hoosiers call a “dusting”.
But to my Texas kids – it was as if they were in a winter wonderland.
In the background: Cary Quad. The one and only. For those who know Purdue…
We walked to Slater Hill, where back in Ryan’s day they stole cafeteria trays and sled down this hill for fun. I know this place because it’s where Matchbox 20 performed in their early days.
Adam, Peter, and E were the last ones left with energy by the time we got there. Everyone else was certain they were going to die of hypothermia.
And again, I repeated, “This is why we moved to Texas.”
The playing didn’t last too long and we all trudged back across campus, blistering cold snow blowing in our faces, and to our cars.
It took almost 4.5 hours (in our separate cars) to get back to my parents that evening with the roads being snow covered. Didn’t matter though, the trip was absolutely worth it.
And everyone slept like babies. While visions of snowmen and Boilermakers danced in their heads….