Mom's Letters: Let it Snow, Let it Snow

Monday, October 22, 2007

Let it Snow, Let it Snow

These pictures of us playing in the snow make me laugh. They remind me of a morning at BYU when my friends Dana and Jen from Arizona and Texas woke up to snow and began singing Christmas carols and ran out to make snow angels. They were basically lying in the grass-gloves, hats and snow pants- with just a THIN layer of white. As I watched them from the fourth floor dorm I smiled and thought they were absolutely crazy. Now my children and I are true, snow-deprived Arizonans doing the same snow-induced thing. Funny how life works.

2 comments:

JS said...: What fun times! What is even funnier is that by the time I left BYU I was so SICK of snow! Now I wish we had some here in California! :) I absolutely loved our time in BYU together!; October 22, 2007 at 8:59 PM
mamaroosh said...: Ahhh...snow our freshman year. Those are some fun memories! Anne, your family is so cute. I love that our little guys are the same age. It will be fun to see what you guys are up to.; October 23, 2007 at 1:59 PM

Mom's Favorite Quotes

I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

"The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make....I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less."

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Monday, October 22, 2007

Let it Snow, Let it Snow

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