This morning we woke up surprised to see a blanket of snow on the ground. I thought we'd already had our last snowstorm. Lucy was thrilled I was wrong. She begged at breakfast to go out and play in it and I couldn't help but give in. She got on all her own snow gear and didn't care that no one else was going out with her.
What I love about watching my kids play, is they have no qualms about falling into audible dialogue with whatever imaginative world they're in. They step in the back yard and suddenly they're in Narnia or Disneyland or anyplace their minds can take them. They talk to themselves and narrate everything as they play, and I sit as a captive audience soaking up their little minds at work.
Please stay small for a whole lot longer.