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This is my first winter without snow. And I miss it.
Having grown up in Washington state, then lived in northern Utah for 9 years, I’m accustomed to snow. For me, the holiday season has always equaled cold, dark nights & snow.
Don’t get me wrong, I did my fair share of complaining about the dark nights, chill-to-the-bone wind, & dreary days.
But I did love the magic of snow.
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It’s still odd for me to go outside, mid-November at 8 o’clock at night and experience 70 degree weather & humidity. San Antonio does have it’s cold days, but most likely, there will be no snow.
We’re taking our Christmas family pictures this weekend & we were brainstorming creative ways to take a Christmas inspired photo. Joseph & I both agreed it’s a bit sad for us to not be near any snow.
Last year, we took our family pictures in the Cascade mountains of Washington state.
Looking at this picture, with Hyrum missing his two front teeth, all the kids just a bit smaller, I’m filled with emotions I can’t quite pin down. Sadness? No. But a tinge of longing. A little realization that days go by quickly, that children grow fast. That moments, like snowflakes, are thin & delicate.
Is it because I’m pregnant, am a woman, &/or getting older?
I don’t know, but I’m becoming even more sensitive, more nostalgic. I worry much about being a good mom, about not missing those flash-in-the-pan moments. About treasuring the warmth of a 2 year old hug, listening to my 8 year old talk about the intricate world of legos with such passion, really savoring all the silly/cute/clever things my kids say.
When I was in Costco yesterday, Salem was in the child’s seat of the cart, eating some crackers that we’d gotten from a sample table. An older woman was standing behind me, talking to Salem. We shared a few words, then she said to me: “They are so cute, but I’m glad that I’m past the baby stage. I’m glad we’re done.”
I understand what she’s saying–a little. It is tiresome work, the daily routine is often oh-so-not-glamorous (as I shared with you yesterday).
But I’m not living my life waiting for the next bend, the next stage.
I think life right now, is pretty great.
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