Lately, it has been like living in a snow globe. Gentle snow falls, and the ground is covered in a soft white blanket. The kids have thoroughly enjoyed playing outside in the snow under the big skies we have in Idaho. Smiles, laughter, rosy cheeks, lots of snow angels and hot cocoa of course!
A few days ago I overheard my husband exclaim that he liked shovelling snow, because he enjoys the exercise. Inside my heart smiles thinking what a great attitude he has toward our winter wonderland.
The local red barns covered in snow look gorgeous and take my breath away. Icicles hang from many of the rooftops. A feeling of excitement and magic lurks in the air.
All the beauty reminds me that life is meant to be enjoyed. Here in our own corner of the world in the very northern United States I’m taking it all in with a big smile and a warm heart.
What a beautiful world we live in!
“Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world.” ~Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
A few days ago I overheard my husband exclaim that he liked shovelling snow, because he enjoys the exercise. Inside my heart smiles thinking what a great attitude he has toward our winter wonderland.
The local red barns covered in snow look gorgeous and take my breath away. Icicles hang from many of the rooftops. A feeling of excitement and magic lurks in the air.
All the beauty reminds me that life is meant to be enjoyed. Here in our own corner of the world in the very northern United States I’m taking it all in with a big smile and a warm heart.
What a beautiful world we live in!
“Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world.” ~Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
