Last Thursday we had
the first snow of the year.
And then I had to make fresh cookies.
(Cuz, ya know, a snowy day is a good cookie day.)
One of the things I love about being home with my children is getting to watch them observe the world.
I love their delight in simple things.
Listening in on their conversations.
Being the recipient of their observations,
Watching them in imaginative play.
And being a part of all the "firsts."
Before she went out in it, I got to watch
Claire's big eyes and the way she stood at the window, looking out,
watching the white flakes coming down.
Watching her, I felt aware that, for her,
she was seeing that beauty
for the first time.
Seeing her wonder invites me
to stand and marvel, too.