Do you remember when winter was synonimus with playing in the snow after dark, and making snow angels, even if the "snow" was only a quarter inch thick? When we whined about having to don scarves and mittens before venturing forth, but if we lost one we cried because it was our "favorite"? Remember going to Grama's for hot cocoa and Christmas dinner, and our favorite part of the holidays was playing outside with our cousins and siblings until we couldn't feel our fingers or toes, and our cheeks were so red they resembled shiny tree ornaments? Do you remember those days of carefree snowy excitement? I do. I miss them. I want to bring them back...
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
I feel inspired. Brin, of My Messy, Thrilling Life, is a brilliant writer, and a woman of deep faith and beautiful vision. I have been reading her work for a few months now, and I am finally taking the time to read her blog from the begining (way back in 2005). Freeman House, an old farmhouse somewhere between Wichita and Texas, pops up frequently in her writings, always in the sad, past tense, and I am finally learning about the magnificent place! How I long for the simple life she so eloquently describes...
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
I wish, I wish, I had a picture for you today! I woke up this morning from the best nights sleep in months, only to discover that my pillow was actually -
Nick says he came up sometime in the early A.M.'s and when I rolled over I grabbed him instead of my pillow and he just stayed there until I woke up! And he was so excited when I finally did - licking and happy whining ensued as has never been heard or seen before! It was nice, and very wet.