Yesterday, my children spent their day from morning till night outside. In sneakers and mud boots and short sleeves and hat-less. In the mud, in the snow, in the slush, in the sun.
Today, they'll spend one last day with skis on a mountain still covered in white.
They have both feet firmly planted in this time of seasonal transition. It's as if they're seeing it all for the very first time each day, and yet - at the very same time - it's as familiar to them as anything they know.
With bright, shining spirits, these little ones of ours seem to greet each day in the world full of sheer joy, true excitement, and genuine glory at the beauty of it all.
When I'm quiet and still enough to follow their lead, I see it too.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend!
