One week into the New Year. I started off strong, signing up for a half marathon & running out the door for some miles Jan 1, but then crawled into bed that night feeling sickness coming on. My best laid plans for getting the house back in order after our Christmas party marathon were interrupted. Then my four month old caught a cold. Then came a little mini blizzard. I haven’t left the house in days, besides on foot (a couple of lousy colds certainly wouldn’t keep me from getting out and romping around in the snow with my babies!) The only work to be done these past few days has been suiting up at least twice a day to go out and play (and let me tell ya, that’s mighty hard work with a strong willed toddler & lil babushka baby), making hot chocolate and then dinner, cleaning up the mess so we can do it all again tomorrow.
The days have been so slow. Filled with lots of rest and lots of play. No rushing around. No big to do lists. And I know work is good. God called it so. But after four months of go go go ever since my daughter was born, this change of pace that 2025 has asked of me so far has been a welcomed breath of fresh air.
I’m a little sad to see the roads clear and neighbors shoveling their cars out, signs that life must resume, we can’t live in this winter wonderland forever. But what a magical little glimpse of Heaven it was. Sledding under the moonlight. The way the snow sparkled under the street lamps that night. The way we looked out our back door every five minutes & couldn’t help but gasp “it’s STILL coming down!” A friend and I both said we hope our kids remember this one. I know I sure don’t want to forget it.
As the snow melts and the year treks along, I hope I can keep this pace. Breathe deeper. Move slower. Stand in wonder.
Xoxo
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