This morning was our first (real) snowfall. By real, I mean it actually stuck. When Greta first woke me up, it was just a dusting, but by the time MJ woke up it was a full on snowfall. She announced her wake up by screaming
down the hallway.
She then wandered into the bathroom while I took a shower, parked herself on the radiator and stuck her nose to the window. When I finally told her she had to tear herself away to go potty, she asked
"Mom, can you pause it?"
Meaning, can I pause the snowfall so she didn't miss any of it.
A very fitting question this morning as I ponder the anniversary of my own birth. One year older and still haven't figured out how to "Pause It".
One year older and so-totally-blessed.
One year older and some big changes.
Quit my job a couple weeks ago.
And started this project:
I have a couple other projects I'm thinking about, but they're longer in the making. I'll stick to these little ones for now. By little ones, I mean the big little ones (MJ & Greta) and the little little ones (a website).