We were at Bobby and Sabina's tonight to celebrate Evan's five year old birthday. Thirteen cousins and six adult siblings and sibling-in-laws, plus the missionaries. One of the Elders, looking around at the various babies and toddlers on hips, commented that "babies are the new accessories." Bobby commented that there was nothing new about it - this was the way it had been for over six years. Us adults chatting with a kid or two hanging off us.
Empanadas galore were eaten, and Chad wondered aloud if the snow had started yet, and then looked outside and said "Oh, wow." Big, fat snowflakes were sauntering down and the ground was already completely white. A magical snow, especially for our neck of the woods. Most of the kids ventured out for a few seconds, and Callie, who just turned two on Friday, had to be brought in with white snowflakes melting on her halo of curls. As if a cake and presents weren't enough excitement for an evening - add this in and the air was electric for the youngsters!
After a slow and crunchy drive home the boys were allowed a quick jaunt outside with daddy and then tucked away to dream of the sledding and snowman building that would come in the morning.
I can't stop looking outside at it, and at my husband, working on his laptop - thinking of the many times we watched the snow fall from our apartment window in Provo. Fond memories, but still not as lovely as the moment we are experiencing, with three beautiful boys sleeping upstairs, in our own home, and years of experiences since then that have strengthened our marriage so much.
And it is late, but who wants to go to bed? I just want to want to stay up, feeling cozy and warm, and beyond everything else, so grateful.
