Snowy Day

Large photo upper left: I was so grateful to feel good today--you should've seen me on my hands and knees rolling up the base for our snowman!  Clockwise from upper right:  Logan, 5, wanted to build a snow fort--and so we did!  The sunset photo of the snowman is bittersweet--he knows his days are numbered.  That fat quail at lower right brought a dozen friends to our bird feeder today along with the cardinal at left.  Lower center, Daniel, age 9.  

Church services in our little community were canceled this morning.  Both churches in our town have a high population of older people, so it was prudent to avoid having them (us) negotiate slippery streets and sidewalks. 

Our two oldest grandsons appeared at my door after a sledding excursion with their dad, and I quickly negotiated an afternoon at Grammy's for them.  They peeled off layers of sodden clothing and pulled rockers up next to the little propane wall heater in our guest bedroom.  Once they had warmed up, we had homemade chicken soup with rice, made a batch of gingerbread (and ate most of it), then headed back outdoors to make a snowman. 

When we are young, we believe such perfect days as today are ours for the taking, and that there will be many such days.  This grammy has lived long enough to know that part of the reason days like today are so special is that they are rare.  I've stored away a special, heart-warming memory of this day spent with my boys.