our days.

If one were to peak into our windows and view our days, I am pretty sure that person would yawn and be on their way.  Our days are filled with normal.

We stick around the house most days.  We don't live in the city.  We drive everywhere.  And we make weekly runs to target.  We eat cereal for breakfast and dinner is served at 5:30.  Our days are simple.  They speak a quiet reassurance that all is well.

The weather has been blustery cold (for Texas).  Snow was dropped on our doorstep for the second time this winter and even though it creates a mess, it is magical.  The tiny flurries fluttering down in the light of the moon, silently landing upon this and that, how could you not smile?

I am looking forward to spring, when the Earth wakes up and the flowers push through their sleepiness.  Being cooped up inside, with sniffles and coughs, make the days seem so much longer than usual.

But until Spring taps on our door, we shall enjoy the stillness of the winter while it lasts.