I know that our family is often too busy. We consciously eek out family time anywhere we can. This week we have been given an unexpected gift: Snow Days.

Never given to sleeping in, our boys were up and out sledding early. We lingered over a hot lunch, and then they offered to help me bake cookies. This was a treat for me. My guys have not been interested in baking since preschool. They have been much more interested in gross motor activites that involve a lot of gear. The more gear it involves, the more interested they are. Baking does not fall in this category. But on this snowy day, we baked. The house was full of chatter, and Christmas carols and brotherly chiding. Later, they challenged my two year title to "Longest Distance" in a sledding contest. We live on a wicked hill, and this year they both beat me! (For the record, I am not a good loser but it was an opportunity to practice graciousness.) This day with my boys felt like a gift.

This is all reminiscent of my writing time. I eek out writing time when I can: in between chores, errands and activities. Sometimes writing time falls in my lap, like a snow day, and I am ever-grateful. When I write I feel clear, calm, and full of life. It feels like a gift.

May you all have a "Snow Day" of sorts--to be with family, friends and your favorite notebook. Warm and Wonderful Holidays to All!