A Winter's Day in Portsmouth, NH

Yesterday’s snowstorm was nice.  It's funny to call a snowstorm nice, but the break in the monotony of the cold was wonderful.  Everyone I know was huddled inside, choosing to do things or not doing anything at all.  I smiled every time I looked out the window, beginning with the first flakes at 1am Saturday morning until Sunday night when it stopped.

How good it felt to have my sons Bryce & London underfoot and busy with imagination & energy.  We played with some of the classic toys from my childhood, including Lincoln Logs, Lego’s & little green army men.  It was a slow day that kept me connected to our home and the things I love about it.

I lounged on my new couch in my new living room, in my new house, listening to my favorite music all day, eating whenever & whatever I wanted, and not thinking about much outside of my four walls.  My boys were happy, safe and eager to let me enter their world, laying on the floor all eye to eye.  I understand them better when I go visit their world.  It’s much simpler and easier to understand.

Storms don’t seem to close Portsmouth much in recent years, but yesterday was a nice “timeout” for all of us to be able to take.  I hope you recharged like I did.  I hope you were comfortable and happy.  I especially hope you were present in the moment.  Being present is something I have really only come to know in this last year or so.  I know that I’m happiest when I keep my head where my feet are.