The boys just love snow. Bless their hearts. They get it. They get that we are blessed to be alive. It's winter, it's gray most of the time and dark. But they still smile, they get up every morning and want to play the minute their feet hit the floor. On the way home today in the car, they were singing songs together and loving the sound of their own voices. Each one, encouraged by the other's bold sound. They even took turns! One would stop and say, "Can I sing alone this time?" and the other would listen. Then they would switch. Beautiful boys with beautiful voices, in the middle of traffic and brown slop crossing my window with the windsheild wiper fluid. My heart sang quietly as I listened.
Little Boy Wisdom #50: Sing! It's almost as good as the summer sun!
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Too bad the adults that live here can't have that attitude about winter! We'd all be much happier.
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