My friends, we had a gloriously beautiful snow storm on Saturday. The Rugged, Mountain Man hunted and I wrapped up some Christmas details... Sweet Pea and I watched out the window, as the Blossoms burrowed in their snow piles and forts, frolicing and romping with energy, popping their heads out of their tunnels like little Jack Rabbits. That glow of satisfaction filled my heart. I thought back to the time when it was me and my siblings trouncing around in the snow. My Mom probably looked out the window and smiled and thought these happy thoughts too. They were sweet thoughts, that danced through my usually busy, distracted brain. I prefer the slower pace. I prefer to have that time to think and be thankful and such. God is better able to speak to me. Or ahem, I am better able to hear Him then. In any case, yes, I do have those tired-mother-type Thank God They Are Playing Out There and Running Off Energy thoughts too... but there is underlying gratitude, lots of it. And I love to revel in those sparkling moments when my heart feels like it will burst.
And then, we went sledding. Sweet Pea sat, a round, pink bundle in the stroller and just watched contentedly, while I gave the other girlies a big push... and the giggles and squeals of delight ensued. We even got Jake on a sled. Entertainment at its finest! Anyhow, I must run. The internet was down all weekend and is just now back up. I wanted to give a short hello from this life in the Rural Land... and then off I go, back to the Domestic Land... engineering schooltime and cranking through dishes and wash and such. Merry Christmas...
