I’m sitting in a cozy chair while a quiet 4 year old boy builds Lego spaceships at my feet. Every once in awhile he tells me something: “Dis is da hallway. ‘Paceships need a have hallways, Mom.” (We’ve been sitting like this for almost an hour. So relaxing.)
William is sleeping. He loves to sleep in. Isn’t that funny?
The snow on the woods outside my window is beautiful. In February, it will still be beautiful, even if I’m ready for something new (read: no more snow.) I remind myself of this, because I don’t want to be a grumbler come late winter.
Two little chickadees are flitting and fluttering right up to my windows. Aren’t they the sweetest little birds?
My phone’s timer is going off. Jameson says, “Mom, you need to do jumping jacks.” He’s right. It’s my lame attempt to get my body moving on these winter days. Every hour, do something.
Right now, I’m thinking that I’m going to be thankful for this day and enjoy every calm, crazy, happy, sad, organized, and chaotic moment.