A morning spent dressing and undressing, throwing layers in the dryer to be ready for yet another round of snowy exploration And though the grass peaked out from the light layer, it didn't stop my kids from spending hours trying desperately to make a snowball out of something that simply would not cooperate.
And when the cold bit just a little too hard, there was hot chocolate and grilled cheeses ready and waiting.
I'm not sure that there is anything as delightful as unexpected snowy mornings.
A girl who knows that nerdy boys are the best boys, and who loves Georgia O'Keeffe. Who likes to order the weirdest food on the menu and spends hours drawing pictures and making cards. Who is full of so much imagination and wisdom and more than a little wackiness.
A boy as wild as he is kind. Who loves deeply and completely. Who likes to wrestle every night and then to fall asleep on his mama's arm. Who says the best prayers you've ever heard and compliments old ladies at weddings before heading to the dance floor.
The mellowest baby you ever did see, who barley kicked in utero, moving only when necessary and always with the upmost concern for his mother's comfort. Who is so very reasonable and who is predicted by his poppy to be infinitely confident and self-assured. Who is good as gold and makes his mama happy as can be.
This little/ not so little family of mine, I sure am glad to have them.