Saturday, December 24, 2016

Sledding Hill

Life unfolded in an unexpected way.  Our house deal fell through.  Mixed emotions.  We believe God has a better plan for us, and that house was not for us.

We are using the time to make a few tweaks in the home.  This is the before picture of our kitchen island.

And this is the after!

We're doing this to sell our home.  But, we are loving it so much it might be hard to leave:) 

Enjoyed Marie's annual Gingerbread Party with my running buddies (missed the few who could not make it).

The kids don't let any dust settle on the cookies before eating them:)

His masterpiece.

The cookies were a hit with this one.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas:)

The Boy Scouts (and Dads) filled a care package of notes and goodies for my cousin and his squadron in the Air Force.

On a truly frigid day, the boys bundled up and took to the slope.

Even though it doesn't look like a lot of snow, the sledding was still amazing.

Phase two of kitchen updates: granite counter tops.

We agreed that we should have made these remodels years ago!

So pretty!

Our annual New Year's Eve (we did it on the 23rd this year), dinner with the Maxwell family.

Runner's World announced "Happy first day of winter running" on social media yesterday.  Accompanying their pronouncement was a photo of a women runner clad in a long sleeve shirt and running tights.  She gleefully cut through powdery snow.  Her expression was light without depicting an ounce of discomfort.

Her image looks little like my reality.

For my winter running, I'm bundled in several layers.  My clothes are functional; style falls second place to warmth.  A hardy hat covers my head.  Pretty, no.  Practical, yes.  Am I smiling?  Who can see between the clothing layers, snow, and gusts of wind?

Winter is not my favorite season.  Most of the winter months, I daydream about teleporting our home, school, and church to the southern tip of Florida.  I can live a good, fulfilled life without ever experiencing another snow storm, blizzard, freezing rain storm, ice storm, or any other unbearable winter weather condition.

On Sunday, the boys and I bundled (and I mean bundled) up to go sledding on our local hill.  With our extensive layering, the frigid (-1 degree) temps were bearable.  We skated across the icy field to arrive at the sledding hill.  Then, the boys ascended the hill clutching plastic saucer and foam riding sleds.  I tagged along behind and supervised the crew.

They must have raced down the hill about a zillion times.  As soon as they landed at the bottom, they jumped up and darted back up the incline.  After awhile, they became interested in an icy patch at the base of the hill.  From the top of the hill, I watched them slide across the ice, giggle and stumbling across the surface.  Through their layers, I could see the pure bliss across their faces.

Seating on my little patch at the top of the hill, I scanned the winter scenery that unfolded below me.  The winter white decorated the landscape.  It was beautiful.

Florida would be nice in December.  But, this was nice too.  I decided a lounge chair by the swimming pool could wait.

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