Respect
We are emerging from our third snowstorm of this winter. While, as my husband has cautioned me, I will not complain, I believe I have changed sides a bit this year. Maybe it's age, maybe it's the impatience and orneriness of pregnancy.
But I'm not sure if I'll be rooting as hard for snow in future years.
It has been neat to watch it snow, and just beautiful. But when the all-white landscape becomes normal, and you start to feel as if you live in northern Ohio instead of Virginia, it loses its luster a bit.
But it's been interesting anyway. The storms really don't bother me too much unless they cause church to be cancelled. And the basement to flood, as in the first two storms.
Or until they come with ice. And the loss of electricity. Which is what this weekend's storm brought us. Power went out as we were going to bed Friday night and stayed off until midday Saturday.
But every trial can teach you something, right? Here are a few things we have learned to appreciate in a new way this weekend:
- Noise. The hum of the refrigerator, the whirr of ceiling fans, the bubbling of water in the heat registers. It is deafening to try to sleep in complete silence.
- Our gas logs. Located on the far side of our finished basement, these troopers managed to heat much of the upstairs.
- The grill. Ten hours into the power outage, snow still falling down, Brandon cooked up a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs.
- Each other. Despite my preseason sadness over not getting to see Brandon much while basketball was going on, the Lord has all but forced him to stay home with us on the weekends, which is when all of the storms have hit.
- Church. We missed last week because of weather, but were able to hold one service today. Everyone was so glad to be back in the Lord's house. Like coming back home from a long trip.
The power is back on, and even though two more winter weather events are forecast for this week, that's OK. We are healthy, safe, and blessed beyond measure. And I'm pretty sure we will never forget the winter before Baby Dolphin was born.
But I'm not sure if I'll be rooting as hard for snow in future years.
It has been neat to watch it snow, and just beautiful. But when the all-white landscape becomes normal, and you start to feel as if you live in northern Ohio instead of Virginia, it loses its luster a bit.
But it's been interesting anyway. The storms really don't bother me too much unless they cause church to be cancelled. And the basement to flood, as in the first two storms.
Or until they come with ice. And the loss of electricity. Which is what this weekend's storm brought us. Power went out as we were going to bed Friday night and stayed off until midday Saturday.
But every trial can teach you something, right? Here are a few things we have learned to appreciate in a new way this weekend:
- Noise. The hum of the refrigerator, the whirr of ceiling fans, the bubbling of water in the heat registers. It is deafening to try to sleep in complete silence.
- Our gas logs. Located on the far side of our finished basement, these troopers managed to heat much of the upstairs.
- The grill. Ten hours into the power outage, snow still falling down, Brandon cooked up a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs.
- Each other. Despite my preseason sadness over not getting to see Brandon much while basketball was going on, the Lord has all but forced him to stay home with us on the weekends, which is when all of the storms have hit.
- Church. We missed last week because of weather, but were able to hold one service today. Everyone was so glad to be back in the Lord's house. Like coming back home from a long trip.
The power is back on, and even though two more winter weather events are forecast for this week, that's OK. We are healthy, safe, and blessed beyond measure. And I'm pretty sure we will never forget the winter before Baby Dolphin was born.
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