I’m writing this from the warmth of my kitchen. Something I could not say for most of the day. We had a snowstorm blow through overnight bringing 8 inches of snow and 50 mph winds that took out our power for 12 hours. It was a funny lesson for my children in all that electricity does for us, both big and small. Thankfully, there were mounds of snow to be conquered and sugar cookies to be decorated. Still, the day was not without complaints of wanting to watch a favorite movie or why cold, wet snow clothes couldn’t just be thrown in the dryer.
As the sun began to set, our house got colder. I lit candles, silently praying that the lights would turn on. Just as we were getting ready to sit down to supper there was a flicker and the familiar hum of the furnace kicking in. Our Christmas tree came to life and the boys shouted in joy at the return of our power. After a day of wishing for our lights to turn on we then proceeded to eat our pizza by candlelight, rehashing the funny events of the day. I am so thankful that we will be in warm beds tonight, for so many, that won’t be the case.
Last Thursday, a friend and I held a hot cocoa stand for our neighborhood friends. It was the second year for it, and I can already see it will be a tradition. I was all set to post about it last week, but in light of the tragic events on Friday, in Connecticut, it felt trivial to talk about hot cocoa, whipped cream and sprinkles. And while, a week later, my heart still feels a heaviness regarding these events, my mind has had time to filter.
I’m not great at putting these kind of thoughts into words, so bear with me…
The school my children attend is just a short walk down the street. I watch most of the neighborhood kids go by my house each day. They wave good morning as they giggle and joke with their friends. I also get to see them make their way home at the end of the school day. Running, anxious to tell their moms and dads about their day, over an after school snack. It is one of the things I love most about where we live. While it felt silly to talk about such things as hot cocoa stands, after last weeks tragedy, I can now see it’s place. It’s about connecting with people, and in our case it was over a simple cup of hot cocoa. Doing something for our neighbors, meeting the people that live close by, letting them know us, making memories for the kids, having a little fun. So, that someday, if needed, we can be a person they could come to…for a cup of flour, to pick up their mail or help them when a crisis arises. You just never really know…
In the days to come, it’s going to be a little quiet around here. The holidays are quickly approaching and I want to soak up time with my family, I hope you all can do the same. Thank you for being here and making this such a lovely place. I wish you all a wonderful holiday!