There was a significant possibility of last night's snow storm producing a foot or more of snow for us here in Northern Virginia. Thankfully, we only received two inches or so.
I don't like the cold and I am not a fan of snow. So when my daughter asked if she could go outside and play, my heart sunk a bit. I SO wanted to say no. I wasn't looking forward to the layers upon layers of clothing or the shoveling required to build a sledding ramp. But I refrained from declining and instead gave it some thought. After all, this is likely the last snowfall we will see until next winter. I reluctantly agreed.
I'm so glad I agreed.
I thoroughly enjoyed my time outside. I was delighted to watch my daughter sled down the hill. And even though I loathe shoveling, I pressed on because I love my husband and I didn't want him to have to do it when he got home from work. My daughter also helped significantly with shoveling the driveway, which made my heart sing.
When my husband got home, he and my daughter rough-housed a bit. They love doing that and it's terribly entertaining to watch. I found myself laughing out loud, tears streaming down my face, and my stomach muscles hurting.
I had moments of sheer joy today, even in the midst of shoveling snow. I hope you did too.
Be open to what comes.