“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” Good old George RR Martin
We are in those long, grey days of winter now. As a result I have been trying to keep the house stocked with fresh cut flowers and filled with the aromas of homemade sourdough bread.
We have a decent routine going now for the little ones and have fallen into a nice rhythm. The only exception is we have been primarily staying cooped up and away from public places because Josh and I, selfishly, don’t want to battle the flu or any other major illnesses right now with the baby and toddler. We have been trying to take advantage of going outside to play when possible. And I must admit, Edyn loves the snow much more than I, but her wonderment to it is so attractive and alluring that I think just maybe she is on to something I don’t know about.
She was just so mystified by the snow hanging on to the branches of all the trees. She frequently just stops and looks up and watches. Branches clap together, snow fall, crunching footsteps, a still quiet forest. I can’t tell you how much I am looking forward to being able to take them to see all sorts of places as they get older. If she is this amazed by snow, can you imagine what the mountains of the west will do to her? Or the way the miles upon miles of corn rhythmically sway in the wind outside the dining room window of her grandparents’ home in Minnesota? Or the way the ocean will crash at her feet and the sand slip away beneath at any one of her aunts’, uncle, and other grandparents’ places along the coasts? I want them to hurry up and get a little bit bigger so travel is somewhat easier, but in the same token I want to hold on to these tiny years forever.
For now, it’s off to make pizza dough because Friday nights are pizza night in our house.
Happy weekending, friends.