"Life is a succession of moments, to live each one is to succeed."
Lately, on our free days, we've been hibernating in our house, wearing comfy pants and baggy sweatshirts and alternating between popcorn movie dates on the couch and running crazy around the house. When these two activities grow too old, I bundle up the boys and send them out to play in the backyard.
We got our first snowfall early in the month of November, eliciting excited squeals from the boys and not so silent groans from me. As they stood in front of the open deck door, fingering the cold white stuff as if they'd forgotten its texture in its short absence, Spencer asked, "Is it Christmas yet?" For a while it felt a lot like Christmas, cold, frigid temperatures paired nicely with the inches of snow blanketing the earth. But then one weekend the temperatures soared to 50, a heat wave, and the rain slowly melted the snow away. Where one day the boys were stomping around in piles of snow, the very next they were splashing in their melted wake. Mud puddles in November, what a fun treat. But then the following morning we awoke to snowflakes falling onto the ground freshly coated white, and we slipped and slided our way to preschool drop-off. We spent the afternoon shoveling the driveway, the brief reappearance of Fall a distant memory.
So, naturally, Christmas has been trickling into our house, the turkeys and Santas intermingling. Christmas carols and cinnamon scented candles fill the air. It's not quite Thanksgiving yet, but we can't help but be excited for the big holiday lurking on the horizon. Lately we've been getting into the festive mood, accepting that our summer days are long behind us, ready to settle in for the long, long winter days of comfy pants and baggy sweatshirts. The calendar might not agree, but it's definitely winter here in Minnesota, and this time I'm certain its here to stay.