Fresh air. It just isn't as easy to come by in the winter as at other times of year. I start to feel like some sort of slimy slug if I don't get out. While the "bigs" and 1 "little" can get out without me, what can poor little Baby Blossom do in the snow? Certainly not crawl. (think face plant) Sit in a stroller? (Maybe if I could train Jake to pull it!) But really, the snow's too deep for that... that leaves Mama holding her. And, as I was trudging down to our woods through about a foot of snow, holding my snow bunny, I thought, "Whose idea was this?" (Ironically, it was mine and Daddy's.)
Then, I got down there and got busy helping to gather wood, get a fire started and enjoy the winter scenery, and I was at the opposite end of the spectrum. Oh, being in the woods... getting a fresh perspective. Breathing clean air. Being woodsy. Listening to the Blossoms' thoughts. Working side-by-side with Daddy. Making memories together. Sipping delicious hot cocoa fireside.
Glorious.
PS - I lugged a walker down there and plunked Baby Blossom into it. She LOVED observing the activities. A sip or two of hot chocolate didn't hurt either.
