What a beautiful day. After frolicking in the snow late into the night last night, I slept in this morning, waking of my own volition around 10. The sun was shining, sleet was falling, and I found myself more ready to greet the day than I have been in a good while!
James is snowed in at my place. It's kind of awesome. With the roads impassable, we were stuck in one place pretty much all day. There was movie watching, video game playing, and snow romping. Internet jokes were shared, delicious meals were cooked, and quality journaling was accomplished. Between the games and the beauty and the introspection, the day has left me remarkably restored.
The most notable accomplishment of the day occurred around 5 PM when James and I decided to walk the mile or so to QuikTrip. The six inches of snow had been covered in a thick sheet of ice that crunched satisfyingly beneath each step. Carefully, we marched our way through the sleet and icy streets to rent a movie from the 1-day-rental stand outside the gas station and to buy a hot chocolate to split. We barely beat the twilight home an hour later, chilled but cheerful (yes, it did take us an hour to walk a total of maybe two miles...but to our credit it WAS actually uphill both ways). So now when we have kids one day, we'll be able to tell them truthfully about that one time Mom and Dad walked hand-in-hand to the store in a snowstorm uphill both ways. I think my bucket-list just got a little shorter.
Dear Father, thank you for the glory of your presence and your power of restoration.
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