I have no words or understanding for the horrific events in Connecticut.
Our simple problems are gifts. The Teen drove her car for the first time in the snow, sliding off the road and knocking over a cable box. The 26-year-old car is a tank and so both the car and The Teen are fine. She now drives even slower and found the other teens at school understanding and helpful.
Today we are the fortunate ones and with the snow falling, I find spending time together in the wood pile a simple gift. My Loving Spouse teaching The Teen to split wood. It is declared a success as she manages to split a few pieces and not shed any blood or break any body parts. The Teen informs us that although she can now swing an ax, it probably won’t be her first line of defense should the Zombie Apocalypse happen.
I am grateful to notice the simple gift of a winter’s day, and still our hearts ache.
