I totally forgot to post yesterday. But – I am learning how to relax a little and not be so hard on myself, so it’s okay.
Today, I am thankful for our first real snow of the year. In our town, at least. I grew up in the southwest corner of Michigan, so I’m used to more snow than we get up here in The City. So it doesn’t bother me much. And I really love the beauty of it. I love waking up in the morning to see that the ground and the trees and the houses have all been covered in a blanket of white. And then I love bundling up in boots and hats and gloves to venture out for a brisk walk to the bus stop. HEARING the crunch of the snow beneath our feet, and watching the joy in the kids’ faces as they scoot along, mouths open wide to catch snowflakes on their tongues. Throwing snowballs at trees (to decorate them, of course). And then returning to the warmth of home, with your body in an exhilarating, yet confusing, state of heat and ice cold all at the same time. I love that feeling. And I love winter. Of all the distinct seasons of Michigan, I believe this one is my favorite. Thank you Lord, for snow and frosty windows and warm coffee to come home to.