They’ve just spent the last 2 hours sledding down and climbing up a snow hill. This is what they look like when they come home.
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I didn’t let them take off their sopping wet things right away, “wait! Let me get a picture first!”.
It’s the nurturing side of me.
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They are soaking wet, bedraggled, and exhausted.
I think that may be why they are still standing there and not protesting. They don’t have the energy.
Something in the recesses of my mind echos that hot chocolate and warm cookies are in order.
But I’ve greeted them with a flash photo session instead.
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Have mercy, Momma. My sled, it’s broken. Is there no warmth or comfort to be found in this house?
Not when there’s a blog post to write, boy!
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They’re going to have such fond memories of their childhood.
At what age does the climbing of the hill make sledding no longer fun? ‘Cause I’m there.
Me too!!
I suspect they got cocoa too. They’ll be glad one day, for all the small moments captured from their childhood.
I’m so glad I have you to reassure me of these things. I love seeing how your girls have grown up and love to come back home.
*No brothers were injured in the busting of this sled*
Miraculously! They sled at night, you know, so the lack of light can contribute to the safety of the whole thing.