I miss my baby sister so much on days like today. Taking my own children out in the sludge reminds me of putting plastic bags on our shoes and breathing that hard, Alabama air while piling snow in a bowl for snow-cream. It’s funny to remember the woods that went on in forever-snow and then to see the snow here that lands on forever roof-tops. I never thought I’d live suburban, but here we are – and happy.
We came in after play and drank hot chocolate, which Isaac thought tasted best when he lapped it like a dog. That reminds me – pray for my patience, please.