i kiss their frozen cheeks, all pink from play in the snow. fleecy hats speckled with snowflakes. trailing in white that quickly thaws to puddles in our toasty, wood-stove-warmed-to-the-bone home. i’m remembering when my legs were half as long, coming in for cocoa. now i am the mom and my kettle is whistling.
snow falls into the evening hours. we slow ourselves down and ease into the night. warm baths for the children, books by the fire, juicy flat apple pie made with filling that Howie and I preserved this past fall. You can find the recipe for this tasty sweet (with the perfect flaky crust I might add) in The Pioneer Woman Cooks: Recipes From an Accidental Country Girl.
this is what the morning brought us. one word for how it makes my soul feel. giddy.
XO