Slice of Life Stories hosted
Winter has arrived. Finally.
I love (some) winter. Snuggling up with a good book watching the beautiful floating snowflakes fall lightly to the ground creating a blanket of white. Enough to create piles good for sledding. There was finally enough snow this weekend.
Swish, swish, swish, swish. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
We stood at the top, staring down the big hill in front of Nana and Papa's house. We talked the girls into sledding down the hill with us.
It was too B I G.
It was too fast.
*Sno*w w*as fly*ing *in o*ur *fa*ces.*
(It was just right for Daddy and Momma.)
"All done," P. stated.
We tromped down the snow covered sidewalk and M. found a medium-sized hill and insisted on testing it out. Many times. All by herself! She was thrilled with the outcome each and every time. Not too big, not too little. It was just right for her.
P. was not interested in this hill and asked her Daddy to help her find a hill.
"Let's go to Nana and Papa's backyard. There's a hill there I think you might like."
P. followed closely behind Daddy. She turned to find me.
"C'mon Momma. We are going to find a little hill for me."
We made the trek through the snow to the backyard. Daddy set P. up in her sled and sent her down the hill . . . maybe a total of fifteen feet.
As she slowly made her way down the slight decline, she yelled, "It's PERFECT, Momma. The perfect hill for me!" It was just right for her.
We all have our "just right" that gives us comfort.
Be patient because once you find it, it will bring you joy.
Winter, I'm so glad that you finally arrived! (Just don't stick around too long. Please. I also love some spring.)