I am not a fan of Winter at all, but even I have to admit that God does it well and majestically when He blesses the earth with a pristine white, beautiful snowfall in the early mornings.

We have such a snowfall today and watching the sun kiss the flakes on our trees, deck and surroundings is magical.  It draws me back to days when my children would wake up so excited and delighted and thrilled to be able to put on their boots and snow bibs and go play in the snow.

Thankfully, we had a young-at-heart neighbor, Cheryl, who invited….no, who insisted that ALL of us go sledding down the hill nearby our home.  Without her “encouragement’, I might have missed out on some of the most precious memories I have with my children in Winter.

If there was enough snow to enable a pan or a pot lid or an actual sled to go down the hill at Canewood, then we were on it.  Even when there was a hole the size of Texas in the middle of the sledding path and my heart feared I would lose a snow-crested babe in it, Cheryl insisted….”aww..we will all just slide around it and if someone falls in, we’ll just go get them.”

Sheer luck that we never lost a sledder….

But, Cheryl was right….the thrill of missing the hole, the excitement of growing down a “big” hill, the craziness of young kids willing to do anything and the laughter that rang out are memories I will forever treasure with my babies and their friends.

So, as we sit in our warm home, enjoying a spot of tea and watching the sun shine through the branches of our trees,

I remember….

And, smile

With thanksgiving for God’s white handiwork, precious children and friends who have been there with us all the way…. 

Blessings,

Lesa