Emilie and Nik got home late last night. They had taken the kids ( Nik is a youth pastor) to winter camp.
They got snowed in and had to stay a extra day. It was a big storm. The one that is making its way across the Midwest.
What I really wanted to write about, is don't you just love the sweet little month of February? Don't you love seeing all of the Valentine things and red and white and pink and white everywhere you go? I do, I have always loved it. I loved making those envelopes out of construction paper and taping it to the front of my desk in grade school and seeing it fill up with Valentines. Remember saving the special one for a special friend? The Moms would show up with cupcakes with sprinkles and we would have our little Valentines party.
1. Red and white hearts.
2. Snowy weather and storms
3. Lots of birthdays to celebrate.
4. Wearing red every day. I love red.
5. It feels so nice to sit in front of a fire and hook a rug, or just stare dreamily into the fire.
6. Going to the beach.
8. This one is a odd one, but I am going to add it anyway. Trials. There I said it. Trials help me keep my focus on what is important. With trials in my life, I see the small tiny bits of beauty I would other wise miss. It narrows my focus and reminds me of what is important, and keeps me from becoming ungrateful. It opens my eyes to all that I take for granted.
9. Ron, my sweet and faithful companion. Without him I would be off in never, never land. He talks me down off the ledge, it seems every day. He is patient beyond patient. Not to mention he still laughs at my jokes. Always a big plus.
10. Sunshine. As tired of it as I get in the summer, seeing it reflect off the foothills in the snow that we are surrounded by in the mountains is breathtaking. I love watching the colors, in the clouds, the breaking through and seeing a rainbow. All of it reminds me of how thankful I am to be alive. Right here, right now.
|"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home." |
- Edith Sitwell