Where we are staying, with my husband's parents, is in the country, with wide open fields, and a path down to a river which freezes in our frigid Maritime temperatures. It's so peaceful and serene there. Cold when the wind blows, but still, very peaceful. Sometimes I think of the advantages of moving to a city, and get a little bit wistful for things that aren't easily accessible in our smaller communities. But then I go for a walk and feel so close to creation and think, You can't get quiet like this in the city.
We tried to take our little peanut sliding the other day for the first time. I mean, last year we pulled herr around in the snow, but she couldn't go down the hills by herself. This year she's much adventurous! She is two years old (going on 10) after all. For about two days we had a nice blanket of snow, but unfortunately it wasn't very good sliding snow..too light. We ploughed a little path in the backyard and tried to make a little run for her. It was ok, except she didn't like the snow piling up on her lap!
It didn't last too long, but oh well, next time will be better. So, we pulled her along down to the river, her and our bouncy little dog. Between the tromping in the snow, and the cold air, our little princess was pooped and needed to be carried home on Daddy's shoulders, singing away...until the singing gradually faded and her little body drooped and she fell asleep on her trusty steed. It was the cutest thing I ever saw.
I will always cherish moments like these. I wish they would never end! But, snow melts, the sun goes down, and little girls start growing up. Change is constant and ever forthcoming. And hopefully, those little girls, no matter how big they get, are never too old to love their daddies. I know I'm not. :)
