Snow For Spellbinding.

In my parents again. And they got their snow! It really did snow. And all our resolutions were somehow all the more meaningful, or magical, or profound. 
And I watched the softly falling snow, the faces all aglow, listened to their laughter as they ran and played, handfuls of snow flying everywhere, and none more enthusiastic than my Dad!  


It was still there this morning, a pristine world we gazed out at in wonder. 


What a perfect way to start the year. And though the old one falls away behind us, the heartache and the joy, the blessings and the burdens, we carry them still, on into the next.


But we find our pockets filled with hope.

2010

Warmest Blessings to you all for a wonderful year to come!


(All this snow meant our internet was gone! Hence the lateness of this post.)