tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post373693048935039164..comments2023-09-27T04:08:36.556-07:00Comments on TJ Knits: Let It Snow!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14823569540636658598noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-9327235623435296412007-01-14T05:39:00.000-08:002007-01-14T05:39:00.000-08:00Wow, look at all that snow!
I just love snow!
W...Wow, look at all that snow! <br />I just love snow! <br />We have only the treacherous, freezing Ice at the moment.<br />(That my 19 year old thinks he is experienced enough to drive in, oh how I believe God takes away a child’s intelligent reasoning abilities from 14 to 22, or they just flat out refuse to use them I don’t know wich.)<br />But the weatherman said there might be a chance of snow later. <br />I just hope so.<br />It is so very energizing. <br />I just love it when it finally does snow. <br />Like everything is made clean, freh and beautiful if only for a minute. <br />I just loved the story about your Son and discovering about age and the story of Abraham. <br />I remember when my Son was that little and asked sooooo many questions about life, I just loved it.<br />Kids have such wonderful interpretations of the complexities of life. It is all very simple to them at that age. <br />I remember when I was going through my worst trials in life was when my Son was little and his thoughts on life were always very amusing and always kept me grounded. <br />I think children are such blessings. Thank you for your posts I had such a great time remembering this morning. <br />I am keeping you and your family in my prayers today.Paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15149401855790439497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387591.post-54794743749257264462007-01-12T07:26:00.000-08:002007-01-12T07:26:00.000-08:00Wow, I had a similar thought when I saw those pict...Wow, I had a similar thought when I saw those pictures. They look so beautiful and peaceful when I know full well that if that were the scene here things wouldn't be so peaceful. Lots of yelling and screaming, "Mom, where's my boots", "Where's my mittens!?" Once all three were bundled up and outside to play I would sit down to catch my breath only to hear a knock on the door. It would be my 5yo. "Mom, I want to come in. I'm cold. Would you help me get all this cold, wet, snowy stuff off? Can I have some hot chocolate?" It's exhausting but I already know it's going to be one of the things I'm going to miss when they grow up.Lou Schielahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18128394362456907275noreply@blogger.com