There have been moments this winter where I have felt...trapped. More snow then I have ever seen, roads that aren't safe to drive on and temperatures that my kids don't even want to venture out in.
But...unlike previous winters when I have felt myself falling into the "depths of dispair," wanting to flee to the warmth of a previous home where shorts are worn in January, our electricity bill in the winter was next to nothing and my kids never wanted to be inside...I didn't feel like that this year.
Instead I felt like a momma bear, just soaking up the short days, working on things in my house, venturing out to take pictures of my little cubs in the snow and running back in to stand next to a cozy fire to thaw out. I started new projects that I would never do in the beautiful spring and summer months.
We made homemade soup and baked lots of bread and goodies, eaten more then we should and filled ourselves up with the warmth from the oven.
Little fingers and tummies waiting for the timer to buzz, grabbing hot cookies off the rack before they even cool, because they are good like that...melt in your mouth style with a cold glass of milk to follow. Well we have a lot of days like that.
Days of making snow ice cream, jazzing it up or just eating it plain, and having as much as you like because, "well the snow isn't melting and there is plenty of it," plus Daddy loves it and just the mere mention of it brings him running to make some more.
Snow days always call for online shopping, online looking and too much buying.
Lucky for us, daddy was home while the snow was on the ground and we have gotten spoiled into thinking he should always be here with us. Helping with school, doing projects around the house and adding that "daddy fun" to our day. Pulling the kids out of school for a break of sledding down the hill on anything that could make us go really fast .
Even pulling the inner tube out of storage because, "Hey, tubing isn't just a summer sport and why should it feel left out."
We needed this, this time of pulling on more clothes then are comfortable, walking funny in snowy tracks, red cheeks and cold noses, fingers and toes.
We needed these moments that only snow bring, moments of playing LIFE around the dining room table, wrestling in the floor and sisters taking long hot bubble baths.
I will confess that I am not going to miss the snow or the extra clothes but I will miss our days of quietness, our days without the hustle and bustle of having to leave, where everyone snuggled up with blankets and books, puzzles and legos....and enjoyed the stillness.
I can feel the days getting longer, the sun grasping to stay out more and more each day. It is starting to feel like planning time...time to start thinking about what is to be planted in the flower beds, what to grow in the garden..and maybe the first stages of our chicken coop (trying to talk Corey into that one).
I have got my list started, my list of projects for spring, we're starting to practice for baseball and soccer. We are slowly starting to make our way out of our cave to the busyness of spring.