As my son and I came to a
gliding stop at the bottom of the hill, a puff of snow fell off a nearby
branch. Despite all the white around us, despite the chill and the wet in
our gloves, I was reminded that winter was actually almost over.
Another winter over.
Another season spent.
After a long morning of
trying to get all our taxes in order and the house cleaned and laundry put away,
I was again reminded to slow down.
Be patient.
Smile at my children
growing up like magic before my eyes.
Later that afternoon we
all went back outside to play in the snow. We just kind of hung out for a
while, all bundled up, throwing snowballs.
The girls went in, and we
wrestled in the snow until we just couldn't handle the cold in our gloves any
more.
We wrestled out in the
backyard until dusk.
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