Christmas Day 2009
The ground blanketed in snow, and the snowflakes still falling
You awoke from your rests energized and ready to brave the cold
We bundled up - you both dawned your new snow boots, and wore two-pairs of gloves
It was only a few blocks to drive, but we slid most of the way
The long green sled cradled you both, and you squealed with joy as you slid down the hill
Over and over you raced up, just to slide down again.
Ethan you would hurry your climb up the hill so you could sneak in an extra slide before Charlie traipsed back up. For almost every one ride you shared with Charlie you went one by yourself - from pure hustle.
Charlie you loved it and after a very teary first experience almost one-year ago, you only cried once. With a face full of snow, following a tumbled-landing "daddy, I need a towel" you said, and when daddy could not produce a towel you were reduced to tears. Mommy's damp scarf made due and you continued to play.
I took lots of pictures.
You tackled daddy - he let you
We threw snowballs, we made snow angels
We marched through the snow back to the car
We cuddled on the couch under an electric blanket and enjoyed a dinner of popcorn and hot-chocolate.
An honest reflection of me- in fragments. Imperfect- Grace Covered. Balance. Mom. Wife.
Nurse. Homeschool Teacher. Christ follower first. Second changes. Thankful.
Nurse. Homeschool Teacher. Christ follower first. Second changes. Thankful.
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