


There are few childhood joys that are as vivid to me as that of awakening to find the house surrounded in snow mounds. I would run downstairs just hoping....praying....if only......waiting anxiously to see whether our school was listed...would it be there.....I can hardly stand it.........YES!.......NO SCHOOL!!........A SNOW DAY!!!!! The day lay ahead of us in unscheduled beauty; it usually involved going back to bed for an hour or two, followed by lots of time playing in the snow, resting, playing with friends, and just loving life. A planned day off school just wasn't the same....the sheer spontaneity of it....the realization that school was planned but nature intervened to give us this wonderful little snow-covered miracle. Today, in our area of the country, we received the beautiful gift of a snow day. This was extra special, because this was my daughter's very first snow day (she is in kindergarten)! Of course, the minute the kids woke up, looked out the window, and saw the snow, they wanted to go outside and NOW. But, I was able to convince them to wait and have breakfast and relax a bit.....at about 10 am, I bundled them all up and out they went....the amazing joy on their faces! They ran out and, in a matter of just a few minutes, made snow angels, made tracks all around the yard, ate their share of snow, and had a snowball fight! There is not much better gift to a parent than observing their kids just being kids, having fun together, and enjoying God's awesome creation. Thanks God....and the school administrators.....for this awesome gift of a snowday on the first day of December.
So, now that the snow is flying, I am feeling a bit more festive, but I also had a few brief though intense moments of panic this morning as I realized just how much I have to accomplish in the next three weeks. Lead the children's program at church; write our annual family Christmas letter; make and send Christmas cards; make candy gift jars for the neighbors; buy, wrap and tag all gifts; write, administer, and grade four sets of final exams at the university; fill my children's nativity house (first one is opened tonight!); finish the scrapbooks for my parents and siblings; decorate the house; decorate the tree; hang curtains; host the annual cookie-making afternoon for my kids' friends; plan and host my annual student Christmas party; host my parents and siblings for Christmas; and somehow try to maintain emphasis on the real reason for the season and on maintaining holiday joy. OK, that was actually quite therapeutic. I feel better, much better. Tonight, I think I'll start by designing the Christmas card and writing the letter.....one day at a time.
Yesterday was the final day of November and, due to the big ice storm, I was unable to get on my blog to write my final note of thanks. But, there are no rules in blogging, so I am going to go ahead and write the note today, the first day of December. Today's letter fits into the "last but not least" and the "save the best for last" category. I have thanked my children, my parents, friends, siblings, teachers, and many others in my life; however, in the past 6 years of my life, without a doubt, the person that has influenced me the most is my husband, Matthew. I am thankful for so many things about Matt. For his intensity. For the fact that he can't help but cry during a touching movie. For all the times that he helps me get the laundry done. For playing with our kids, even though he may be tired from a long day at work. Because when I look at Hayden, I see so much of Matt. For his commitment to me and our family. For his desire to learn and grow in his relationship with Jesus. For all of his silly faces, funny stories from his childhood, and quirky way of saying and doing things. I am thankful that even though we face challenges and frustrations and days where we may not feel very fondly toward each other, I know that we are in this together for the long run. We are a work in progress, and that is a good thing. Matt is my husband, my best friend, my partner in raising our gorgeous children, and just a good-hearted man. Honey, thanks for all that you bring to my life. Thanks for always wanting to do better and for all that you do for our family. On this last day of November (OK, first of December), I just want you to know that I honor you and I would marry you all over again. Thank you for giving me your heart.