Back to reality...

I was up at the crack of dawn desperately watching the news, hoping for a snow day. I felt like I was eight again. 

We do have a delayed start, but unfortunately I have no idea what that means for my teaching schedule. Haha.

For now, however, I have to strap on the old boots and get the sidewalk shoveled. I'm thinking a hot cup of cider will follow that exquisitely. 

On the street where you live.

My sweet little home all covered in snow. What a beautiful, snowy, Colorado morning!

What does grief look like?

Last night, it looked like me muttering to myself with bloodshot eyes that were constantly welled with tears, while my friends sat by me wondering what was wrong with me and what they could or should do. I was unrecognizable to myself.

Death hurts. Excrutiatingly. Thank God for His peace. 

Grief

by Gwen Flowers

I had my own notion of grief.

I thought it was the sad time

That followed the death of someone you love.

And you had to push through it

To get to the other side.

But I'm learning there is no other side.

There is no pushing through.

But rather,

There is absorption.

Adjustment.

Acceptance.

And grief is not something you complete,

But rather, you endure.

Grief is not a task to finish

And move on,

But an element of yourself-

An alteration of your being.

A new way of seeing.

A new definition of self.

Splash

I dropped a cookie in my glass of milk and ended up covered in milk. Oops. 

Okay, that's enough of the play by play of my evening with my cookies. Hee.

Almost Burnt

Whoops...I almost burned the cookies. Luckily, though, I realized in time. Now I have them on a plate next to me and a glass of milk. I'd better ski hard tomorrow if I'm planning on eating these ;-).

Let it Snow!

Sitting on my couch, cookies baking in the oven, houses lit all down the street with Christmas lights, and the most beautiful snowfall out the window. 

This truly is an amazing time of year. 

Welcome to my gingerbread house!! Eat up :-)