Sam, running into our room early yesterday morning, yells: "Mom! Dad! Look at the window! It SNOWED!"
We smiled at his excitement, looked, and then had a discussion about how snow men are difficult to build when there's only an inch of snow on the ground (which will probably melt by lunchtime).
Enter Lucy, who we urge to look out the window to see a wonderful surprise.
She looks, then audibly gasps, mouth slightly open. She's speechless, which is saying something for Lucy.
The last few weeks, like I've mentioned, have been crazy. Some things just aren't blog-appropriate but we'll just say that there have been matters that are heavy on the heart, a few long nights, and lots of good discussion/prayer. Things are calming down now but I have been so thankful for Sam and Lucy and Kye, who are oblivious to it all and continue to be their goofy and sweet little selves, providing a needed "lightness" to all the serious stuff. I'm glad that my children can point out the wonder of a first snow to remind me of beautiful blessings in this sometimes difficult life.
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You wake up on a winter morning and pull up the shade, and what lay there the evening before is no longer there--the sodden gray yard, the dog droppings, the tire tracks in the frozen mud, the broken lawn chair you forgot to take in last fall. All this has disappeared overnight, and what you look out on is not the snow of Narnia but the snow of home, which is no less shimmering and white as it falls. The earth is covered with it, and it is falling still in silence so deep that you can hear its silence. It is snow to be shoveled, to make driving even worse than usual, snow to be joked about and cursed at, but unless the child in you is entirely dead, it is snow, too, that can make the heart beat faster when it catches you by surprise that way, before your defenses are up. It is snow that can awaken memories of things more wonderful than anything you ever knew or dreamed.
-Frederick Buechner, The Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy, and Fairytale, 83.
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