Guest Blog Entry. From my wonderful husband (who is writing this introduction as well):
Well the snow continues to fall and we are loving it! Schools, including PSU are closed, and it is Valentine’s Day! We had a lovely lunch of roast lamb shank, sparkling red grape juice, and a lovely desert. Even Elizabeth’s roses arrived via FedEx!
The snow is too deep for sledding now and is quite heavy (although only about 12-14″) because there is a layer of sleet that fell last night. The driveway has been shoveled to the half-way mark twice now (and an inch has accumulated on that portion just in the last hour while having lunch!). It is hard work but I console myself that it is far more fun and less anxiety inducing than boarding windows and sandbagging doors.
So if you are in the snow, stay warm and stay safe! Enjoy it with folks you love and be sure to make a snow angel, at least once this year! (And if you can’t manager that, try a snow angle.)
It is hard to describe how beautiful the snow is, I feel it so keenly after nine years on the Gulf Coast. Today the flakes are full and round, swirling and dancing in the yard. The kids stick out their tongues to catch the flakes and love when the flurries land on their eyelashes.
Okay, okay, it might get really old by February, but right now it’s wonderful.
Actually, at 5:44 p.m. she will officially turn nine. We call her chocolate drops because her eyes are like two dark chocolate Lindt balls with cocoa beans inside. They are deep and beautiful.
I took cupcakes to her school today and she came up and kissed me, it made her feel special to have me and her little brother visit. It made me feel special to see her so content, dutifully working away and teasing with Caitlyn across the table.
And then I marveled, as I always do, at the carnal pleasure it brings me to be her mom. It reminds me of the sentiment that mothering brings us closest to understanding God’s love for each of us. The pure, unselfish pleasure in seeing our growth, our happiness and just our smile. It is just a glimpse, but a little bit holy, I think.
