The snow has new meaning to me. I have always thought snow was magical, but I think since I never played in it as a kid, I wasn't sure how to enjoy it. I have rarely played in the snow, but I have rarely complained about it either (except for a freak out inhale this October.) In our new life, here is more room for playing and enjoying the snow, and there is also no guilt in staying inside. Yesterday during my long day of work, I took 20 minutes to take the tags off my new snow pants and enjoy the sun and snow with Tim and the little girls. My nose was so numb. Not the tip -- the whole thing. Frozen boogers and the works. I loved watching my kids get cold and want to keep playing. I loved watching Kenna say she wanted to go home but then running the other way and climb a big snow covered hill.
I'm also in love with my new house. It is cozy and warm, and it's right on this beautiful sled hill next to the ski hill. It is freaking cold here, but there is so much fun to be had. Quinn got home from school today sick, tired, and mad at me and her sisters. But she couldn't say no. She bundled up and learned some new sledding tricks with daddy and Kenna. My heart is as open now as it has ever been, and I feel like this house, the snow, and our life here are so much to be grateful for.
I took this picture from the back porch.
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