When Snow Falls Down

   Many a winter has gone by and our family has never 'gone' anywhere to celebrate snow. If it falls we make a snow man or when we lived on the farm once my husband pulled the children around on his brother's quad while they rode on a sled. They have never forgotten that, but we have never been able to go somewhere to have fun in the snow. This is partially do to our son's extreme anxiety and partially due to my husband and I just not being healthy enough in our relationship to plan and go through with anything as simple as finding a hill and sliding down it. It is sad when I think about it, and yet so incredibly happy that we just did that! It was snowing and we borrowed a tuck, piled everyone in and went sliding. It was so beautiful. We were on a hill on a mountain and were surrounded by trees. In moments of silence you could hear the snow flakes tinkling down; sometimes a tree would crack like a gun shot and slowly topple from the weight of the snow. My children were deliriously happy. They were in their element. No one felt anxious or overwhelmed by the cold. They were sliding and climbing and exploring and pretending and just fully happy. It was so fulfilling to see and we were altogether. In the past my husband has been the one to take the children out anywhere fun while I huddle at home taking that small moment to rest and clean and try to soothe nerves for when they returned. This time I went. That says a lot.

                                               

                           Here is my little one year old ready to slide. He loved every moment of it.

                                      There is a little 'fox' in there aka my eight year old.

 This little one is our fearless try anything one. I had to keep a close eye on her as she was sliding sideways, backwards, anything to make things just that much more exciting.

            This path filled me with so much peace. I wish I could have captured its beauty better.