The snow while lovely to play in or look at from the warmth of our home is a little different when I have to be out and about.
I just got home from running some errands. It started snowing earlier today and the roads were getting decidedly more adventuresome by the time I got back home. There was a moment when I thought I'm going to head for the ditch, but somehow I was able to avoid that unwanted visit. It did get my heart rate up quite a bit though.
Hank the snowman is still standing guard in our yard, though he has become quite a bit shorter.
Being able to see the delight and wonder of the season through a child's eyes has been extra special to me this year.
The season feels different though. On one hand I'm enjoying getting all those fun season-y feelings, and on the other hand I almost feel guilty for feeling those Christmas-y wintery feelings.
Grief is such a … weird?? … (don't know what word I'm looking for here) thing.