This morning we woke up to Elsa’s wrath outside our window. Frozen limbs hung heavy from the trees and the lawn was a solid sheet of ice, I’m sure there was snow in there somewhere that fell fluffy from the sky before it was sandwiched between layers of freezing rain. We watched the flames in the fireplace dance to the record we played and the scent of various ingredients teased us from the pot of homemade soup on the stove. It wasn’t the kind of winter wonderland that warrants much playing or snowman building, but more so the kind of weather that encourages us to slow down and take note of where we are in this season of our lives… with our very own little ice princess... the cold never bothered her anyway.
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