I've noticed that there are many days here in the winter when the sky is grey, cloudy, and basically the sun does not come out all day. Some days have been foggy, and mystical looking to me with the trees poking out through the white fog. I've been trying to adjust to this, as I'm so used to sunny days back home. Now, when the sun comes out, I appreciate it so much more, and savor every drop of it. I am so very curious to see what spring and summer will be like. It will be amazing to not have 110 degree summers. I can't wait to garden. With those thoughts, I patiently endure the grey, overcast days.
We got out to play and explore. I find it so beautiful when there are rain drops on the bare tree branches. Thousands of little crystals.
We were driving, and stopped to look at a view from the top of the hill. Trees and trees, surrounded by fog. It was a neat sight. We just stood there, and went 'Wow'.
The boys rode their bikes for a bit, and Brooke was content on pulling the wagon around. To be a toddler and only worry about pulling a wagon, carrying precious cargo of toys. Simple joys.
Another blessing that happened was when Kevin was starting to push my buttons, and I started yelling. I stopped and said "Uh-oh, Kevin. I need to whisper when I talk to you.'. It was something dumb that was getting me riled up, and yet, it took such a conscious effort to control my voice, and not lose it. I'm trying to remember that these kiddos are little grown ups in small bodies, and that they deserve respect. It's easy to think that I'm the parent, I'm bigger and know more than them, and sometimes I think I don't treat them as I should. Their guests in my home from Heaven above. I love them, and want to treat them better.
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