Waking up to a frost covered world is about as wintery as it can get in Vancouver. While I have big dreams for a cozy, snowy mountain town, for the meantime I will take what I can get.
The sun came pouring through our windows on this unusually cold day, but for the morning and a good part of the afternoon, we somewhat ignored it. We can be very much like bears. We're outdoor enthusiasts, yes... major nature lovers, and our favorite seasons for outdoor fun is the fall and winter. But I can hibernate with the best of them. I like a slow morning, with window staring and coffee steaming, the kids playing on the living room floor. Knitting a few rows and eating toast and jam. The kids like those days too. They pull out the art books and the art supplies and before breakfast is even made the table is covered in glitter and glue and paint.
I relish these days. I know they wont last... they are already dwindling. The rude awakening of the weekday alarm, the commute to school and classes and activities.. our family is getting busier in a different way then we used to. It's still good - but it used to be more about piling us all into the van and into the woods rather than into our routine. I think I need to get that back in someway...
Or maybe my nostalgia has blurred the memory of a different kind of yesterday. That feeling of never leaving the house and feeling trapped and un-showered and under-socialized. The mornings when there wasn't any coffee left and I dreaded packing up smaller, less-independent babies. Days when the floor was covered in glitter and glue and paint - and that wasn't entirely idyllic.
Or maybe my memory is a mix of the two, and really, I just had one of those extremely grateful days in which I could look out at the cold crisp day and choose happily not to go anywhere, coffee mug full and a feeling of enjoying this hibernation, if only just for today.
