It was only two weeks ago that we were outside, for a few minutes, wading through and wallowing in
a foot of snow. This weekend's unseasonable warmth invited hours of outdoor activities and I remembered how, when I'm outside with the boys, I don't wonder where I'm supposed to be. In spring and summer and fall, when boredom strikes or when chaos hits and I wonder who they are and who I
am - if I have any doubts about my day - we go outside. Winter seems to preclude outdoor time, the same way it seems to affect moods and showcase amateur driving.
So this weekend was a treat. Because sometimes, inside, nothing matters, and then outside every small thing does.
JEB
1 comment:
I completely 100% agree with you. We played basketball for hours, rode scooters and enjoyed every minute.
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