Besotted

Thursday it was 71 degrees. Yep. I couldn't believe it either. I felt like it was God's personal gift to me- that's how thrilled I was by the temperature. Warm, balmy, a bit hot actually. Of course, this was the day that I had pulled out the winter hats and mittens so undeterred by the actual weather, Nate and Savannah were fully decked out. They were so thrilled with the concept and feel of both the mittens and the hats that they even wore them inside the whole day at pre-school. Very funny.

And then last night the snow started to fall and fall and fall. My children were like a collective whirling, swirling tornado ripping through the house. They screamed, they whooped with delight, they checked every window to make sure the white stuff was still coming down. This morning they were amazed. Their now familiar landscape blanketed so beautifully by the snow.

I took Jazz out for her early morning walk. Usually, we walk around for about half and hour down at the baseball field, along the paths, beside the river and into and out of the woods. But this morning we stopped just inside the gate and (leash off) she spent the entire time running ever expanding circles around me. Her face down in the snow like a snow plow. If she could have whooped, she would have.

As I hooked her leash back on and opened the gate. I turned in appreciation, just to soak up the beauty of creation. As the sun peaked over one set of snow covered trees and the moon set over another-- I stood in wonder at God's creativeness. Completely besotted.