January 23, 2014
After Wednesday’s snow had stopped falling and it had warmed up just a little, Sarah and I went outside for a rare snowy photo shoot. I’m used to posting pictures of blue skies, green grass, and sapphire seas so to witness whiteness everywhere was quite a change.
I started with Sarah’s feet . . .
and my feet . . .
getting ready to step out into undisturbed snow.
She and I wandered hither and yon ’round the house, looking for good places to sit a spell . . . and also for good places to snap the shutter a spell.
Sometimes the sitting a spell turned into standing a spell.
Sarah and I held hands . . .
as we walked together to pay a visit to Sir Snowy. He was reposing beneath his blanket of white in his final, rapscallian-esque resting place.
Sarah posed with her dear old friend, a friend who faithfully guided her through both her childhood years and her cancer years, giving her a thousand reasons to smile when smiles were needed most.
After our Snowy visit was complete, Sarah decided that she wanted to make a snow angel–even though she only had about an inch of snow to work with. (But hey. When you’re a southern girl, even an inch is exciting.)
And then my snow angel got up and started to dance.
Because sometimes when you’re full of life . . .
and you’re feeling strong and healthy . . .
and you’re at peace with your world . . .
dancing is the only response . . .
to the glory of the moment.
So happy to see my baby girl’s snow dance.
So happy to see my baby girl’s joy.
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie
are all on the list of things I love.