Spring of the Heart
The winter doldrums are consuming me and I feel like I'm stuck in quicksand. White, cold, slushy quicksand, to be exact. I don't mind the lack of sunshine so much, just all the rest of Winter's joys. But then I start noticing things in the house, since I am hibernating. When the 6 year old prays before dinner, he always thanks God for a glorious day. I wasn't even sure he knew that word, let alone thought that each day is glorious. In the Winter. In the North. But every day to him is glorious. Especially if it includes a game of Monopoly and Go Fish. The 18 year old, who is clearly his own man and ready to take on the world, was recently found in the couch, buried under a mound of pillows and cushions and blankets with the younger 4 kids laughing and running around the couch, delighted with their prisoner. The 3 year old, after a traumatic bathroom incident which ended in a warm bath, told me she felt much better because I had helped her. I mean, that's my j...