It's cold here. We're talking really cold, a bundle me up in a parka, ski pants and balaclava cold.
Ahh Winnipeg, how I love you.
With one child, I could easily do it. With 2? Not so much. By "it" I mean venture outside. I have errands to run my friends. I have photos at Costco and the cupboards are bare...
But, for the past week, me and the boys have been hanging indoors. They have plenty of new toys from the big birthday to keep them entertained...but nothing is quite as exciting as this...
Several times a day we sit in the front room and look outside. For me, it's simply cold snow and the fact that I'm stuck inside. For Luke and Kyle, I'm sure it's white, fluffy and looks like fun...how amazing it is to see them stare and smile as the snow falls down.
As cars and neighbors walk by. I'm sure the sight of these two staring out the window creates many of their own memories..
My mom had tears when she saw them...she said it reminded her of her time at home with my brother and I, and how it feels like yesterday that we were standing at the window, making handprints on the glass...staring, smiling.
The cold weather can continue on...I'm good inside...looking out.