Living

 

 

 

 

 

 

Frozen bits of blue remind me of the blue mouths and fingers and quiet buzzing around my head of blue-berry picking last summer.

Boys will be boys. 

Laundry.  Too much laundry.

Jenga barns and castles.

Clementines.  Oh, clementines.  How I love thee.

Streams babbling in excitement, just like me.

Blue skies.  Outside, calling for me.

Trampoline jumping, chicken chasing, scooter racing, husband snuggling, yummy coleslaw that looks like summer.

Winter was long and with its' bitter cold days and even more freezing nights, we never got sick once, not a single one of us.  I guess the germs were hibernating (or frozen solid).   So that is one winter thing I am thankful for.  And the fact that we had a house when others did/do not.  And the fact that we some how scrounged enough wood to get through the looooong winter when we ran out of wood in January.  And that Matt was safe on the roads, even driving through ice storms and snow squalls.  I am thankful for plenty of winter things.

But I have to say~
I am so happy, so happy, to be over the hump of winter. 

Welcome, blue skies!! 

Never leave me again.