My mom stopped by this morning with tea from our favorite spot. She does this about once a week and it means a lot to me. One because I admittedly love tea and it does taste better when someone else makes it for me. But also because I know she'd probably rather stay in bed snuggled under covers wishing away the weather too.
What brings me the most joy every day is movement - particularly getting outside with Chance for a walk. One might suspect doing so in single digit temperatures with more than 12" of snow and ice on the ground could prove challenging.
That's one word for it.
(all my parents friends who fly south for the winter are officially the smartest people I know)
So I bought warmer snow boots. I bought Chance some too.
We toss on our hoodies, coats, snow shoes, and other accessories and make it happen.
Is it happiness? Not every time. It drags in salt and ice, makes for more rounds of laundry, causes me stress because he's a little dude and I don't want to over do it.
But it brings me the most immense joy to breath in the fresh air and know I'm getting us out to stretch our legs and our souls.
This is a sun drawn in sand. You won't catch me drawing in the snow. I couldn't anyway.
There's a significant layer of ice on top of it.
Find the joy. When I do my heart sparkles brighter.
p.s. I tried to put a video in of Chance in his boots. It'll make you smile. That is if it works eventually. Happiness is when technology works. Joy would be seeing a 14.5 dog clomp around in booties :)





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