A couple of days ago, our area was blanketed with a thick snow. Slick roads and bone-chilling cold convinced me that I didn't have to go out, that anything I'd planned to do wasn't important. And so I stayed home, content and warm in our snug house, our cat, Harley, curled up next to me.
I remember (many) years ago how much joy my sister and I took in "snow days," those precious days when school was canceled and we were free to go play outside and return home sloppy wet and pleasurably cold. These days, I don't romp in the snow (though perhaps I should). I find things to do inside--folding laundry, tidying up the bits and pieces of a home, working on my writing.
So, for today, I am grateful for snow days.
We like snow days, too. Coming home from church, we finally had some unscheduled family time, so we quickly made a plan. We would go home, have dinner, then build a fire and read Harry Potter together while we snuggled under blankets. Sometimes the quiet times are just so welcome and needed.
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