snow

Sleeping in {after plowing all night} and peeking out the window when you first wake and catching big snowflakes and warm crusty bread and stopping to be thankful and reading favorite books and anticipating a special day and preparing for it to come Don’t forget to stop and notice what’s going on around you in this very moment. With the snow covered ground, the messy home, the children present, the days slower. I want to remember all these sweet days. For they are passing ever so quickly.