Yesterday day was one of those days.
You know, a day full of unplanned 2 hour trips to drop off important documents to your husband’s work. A day when your nearly 3-year-old is extra challenging. One of those days when the advent activity involves a lot of bird seed and peanut butter and it’s too cold to be outside for long but you weren’t with it enough to switch activities.
But I really knew it had been a day around 6:15. That’s when I found myself outside shoveling snow in the 10 degree weather and loving every second. The rhythm of the shovel scraping the sidewalk, the quiet, the still. I could have gone around the entire neighborhood.
And I would have except there was a game of Go Fish waiting for me inside.
Amazingly, after spending 10 minutes in the peace filled darkness I felt better.
Oh, and the pizza, beer, and football with Jeff helped, too.
* Yes, locals, I know we were supposed to shovel on Wednesday when it snowed. It just didn’t happen. Next time, we won’t be delinquent. Promise.