Our little corner of the world was transformed last night while we slept.
Last night around the table we talked about finals and homework. Today I've heard giggling, hollering from the depths of the mudroom as they've looked for snow pants, boots and mitts, shrieks as they've dodged snowballs and laughter as they've watched Holly, apparently drunk on snow, whipping around the yard in crazy patterns with her bum down and her tail tucked between her legs.
Farmer Boy tried to go to work. It is Thursday after all, and that is what you do. He stomped back into the house about ten minutes after he left.
Man! You can't see a thing. I'm not an idiot. I'm staying here.
Instead of pigs and manure details, today he is focused on snow and rest. Right now, as I sit here, I think he's back in bed.
Today will have it's way with us.
Today we will "enjoy the tempo of a God-breathed life by letting Him set the pace." (Sarah Young, Jesus Calling).
Enjoy your day!