Oozing cheer
It happened again, y'all. One year to the day after a surprise pre-Christmas winter storm, another one hit. One blessing after another, the Word says. And indeed, my cup runneth over.
Twelve inches, a whole foot of powder fell on Sunday, dawn to dusk, in blustery drifts that would stick to our windows and hang over precariously from our roof. A festive blanket that hunkered us down and offered all kinds of Christmasy spirit that we would have otherwise never found time for.
The house is clean, for one, thanks to two boys who acted rather Grinch-like about their chores. Snow is great, but obviously it can't fix everything.
The gifts are wrapped. And wrapped magazine-style because I actually had time. No bags, no plastic bows or curly-qs. All wrapping paper, real cloth ribbon and twine. Something I haven't done all out since becoming a Mama. Took it slow, thoughtfully matched the paper to the person, sang Christmas songs, and pretended I was like this all the time.
We also made from-scratch cutout Christmas cookies. Brandon serenaded, Trey pretty much made the dough himself, and Aden was all too eager to offer up the sprinkles. The yummy beginnings of more and more treats to come.
But the star of the snow day was the snow itself. It wasn't the easiest to deal with as it fell, sideways with a sharp twenty-something breeze to the face. Though we still got out in it for a little bit. Monday was better, oh so much better, and we frolicked for a good two hours. Forgive the sheer onslaught of pictures below, but I can't help myself.
Happy, happy Christmas, everyone.
Twelve inches, a whole foot of powder fell on Sunday, dawn to dusk, in blustery drifts that would stick to our windows and hang over precariously from our roof. A festive blanket that hunkered us down and offered all kinds of Christmasy spirit that we would have otherwise never found time for.
The house is clean, for one, thanks to two boys who acted rather Grinch-like about their chores. Snow is great, but obviously it can't fix everything.
The gifts are wrapped. And wrapped magazine-style because I actually had time. No bags, no plastic bows or curly-qs. All wrapping paper, real cloth ribbon and twine. Something I haven't done all out since becoming a Mama. Took it slow, thoughtfully matched the paper to the person, sang Christmas songs, and pretended I was like this all the time.
We also made from-scratch cutout Christmas cookies. Brandon serenaded, Trey pretty much made the dough himself, and Aden was all too eager to offer up the sprinkles. The yummy beginnings of more and more treats to come.
But the star of the snow day was the snow itself. It wasn't the easiest to deal with as it fell, sideways with a sharp twenty-something breeze to the face. Though we still got out in it for a little bit. Monday was better, oh so much better, and we frolicked for a good two hours. Forgive the sheer onslaught of pictures below, but I can't help myself.
Happy, happy Christmas, everyone.
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