|Our Saucer Sled|
My youngest daughter stands by the door and says, "Mom, can we go sledding real quick? Real quick?" She's already pulling on her snow pants, and as I look out the window towards the sledding hill, something comes over me. I realize I must do this; I must take a minute and live with flair. So many moments of pure joy have come from spontaneous, ridiculous activity. I have to go sledding.
Of course this makes no sense at all.
I pull on Grandpa's huge snowsuit (that fits over my outfit without messing it up), grab my husband's jacket and gloves, yank on some boots, and I'm out the door.
|Sledding in Pearls|
I'm actually late for our evening plans. As the woman who is always ten minutes early to everything, I'm amazed with the joy I feel being late for something. I apologize to the other couples and point to the sledding hill. As I strip off my snow gear, I tell everyone not to worry. I'm ready to go. See? I even have my pearls on.