It snowed again today. It was a mere 5 inches (I’m guessing). The first 3 or 4 storms of the season are charming. We stay inside, build a fire and eat warm comfort food while gazing out the window admiring mother nature’s beautiful work.
This was the 13 storm of the season. We have ice dams threatening our roof and icicles that could be deadly (if someone where to lie down and wait for them to fall).
Now, instead of hiding inside (like I’d prefer) we’re going to go about our life as usual. Snow or no snow, we’re going out. And we’re going to enjoy ourselves, damn it!
Anyway, I’m obviously missing summer. I’ve spent a lot of time inside with my little women lately and I’ve become painfully aware that they’re hardly little anymore. The Adventurer is nearly my height. The Butterfly is a true tween now and my little Princess is…not so little. Even though I try to baby her, she’s very independent, knows what she likes /hates and has no problem expressing it.
I love the amazing people they are right at this moment, but a small part of me can’t help miss the time when they were tiny.
Enjoying a dance class for the first time…
Toddler ballet class.
Or discovering the thrill of inflatable water slides…
Summer fun.
Or exploring a river on a warm summer day…
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Yes, I miss summer. My good attitude about the cold is wearing thin. There are only 30 days until spring (only?). We can make it. And as for the babies? They’ll always be my babies, no matter how tall and independent they become.
Summer will come…eventually.
