These days are full of... snow. Lots and Lots of snow. Every other day, cloud kings decide to lavish flakes of crystal upon the earth people...if they are stingy, just an inch or two- mostly, though, they are too kind and generous for our own good.
All the sleds were broken before winter even began, so children make do by throwing their bodies down hills. Moses stares out the window and watches children at play until Mama takes pity and sends him outdoors too.
Under all this white there are creatures starting to stir, sap that is beginning to rise, crocuses that are heading toward the sun. Like the thoughts deep within, there is so much happening under the surface that we do see but trust is there. I'm trusting, Lord!!
As long time readers of the blog know, Matt is a strange fellow who takes some of the coldest nights of winter and goes camping. And he somehow finds this fun. Matt celebrated his 44th birthday on February 13th by going cold-weather camping with the boys (it was maybe 4 degrees out that morning). I found him napping, all snuggled in, on the couch later that day.
Matt's birthday dessert looked a bit different this year- he has been really dedicated to making good food choices and I didn't want to subvert his efforts. But low carb desserts usually stink, quite frankly, and it bugs me when people say "these taste just like so-n-so...maybe better!" Because they usually taste like gritty, bitter cardboard. Who are they kidding?! And it is just MEAN to get my hopes up with a tasty looking picture and then have me be so utterly disappointed. Well, I think I finally found a GOOD tasting cookie. One that I actually WANT to eat. (Wonder of wonders!) So I made it BIG, topped it with peanut butter mousse, drizzled with chocolate and dolloped it with whipped cream. It was actually pretty decent, and that says something if I said it. I am particular with my sweets.
Also a part of these days...a broken toilet! A home with seven potty-goers and a single solitary NOT WORKING toilet is no fun, let me tell you. But Matt swooped in and saved the day, as he often does. Three Newman boys squished into our teeny bathroom to fix the whole thing was a funny and ugly and beautiful sight.
My unicorn-loving girl made unicorn Valentine's for her friends and asked me to take a picture of them. Which reminds me of a moment that tickled me this week...
Ineke, after reading this book: "Mama? Are wishes real? Because I have wished and wished... I've tried practically everything... and I still can't ride a unicorn!"