This morning I look out my window to my own little winter wonderland. The neighbor’s yard has the fresh unbroken look that calls for footprints and explorations as it gives the appearance of a beautiful arctic waste where no man has gone before.
My yard has been explored. =) There are literally thousands of tiny footprints (and some not so tiny) making trails in every direction through the glistening snow. The front yard is covered with sled tracks, foot prints, snow angels, and even a snowball fort.
Maybe my yard has lost the quiet peaceful look of a snowy morning, but I find myself smiling with love as I think of the joys of my children as they play in the snow and I’m not sorry that my yard looks a bit more chaotic. I love each and every one of my children (even the troublemakers) and I wouldn’t trade my yard for the neighbor’s yard for anything.