The days just fly by out here. I wake up, go to work, and the next thing I know it is January 20th. How did that happen? Yesterday was the 5th, I’m pretty sure. One thing I do know is that the faster the days go, the closer we’re getting to warm weather. But that is deceiving, saying it that way. We’re not close to warm weather and we won’t be close even in March. Nature has been faking us out over here the past couple weeks. It has been warm (30s after -40s feels like springtime in Florida, let me tell you!), warm enough to turn the dirt roads into glorious mud and make stubborn ice on the ground so slick you could ice skate on it. I’ll take the mud over ice any day, not because it is any less slick (trust me, it is every bit as slippery) but because if I fall, I will hear “squish” and not “crack”!
It’s funny how your perspective on things changes depending on where you live. Pretty sure mud never looked beautiful to me when I lived back home, but it does now. I’m serious. It means more here than a mess in the car or tracking in muck. Here, mud gives me hope that the elements are going to continue on mildly dancing around winter. I’m told winter isn’t done with us yet, and I am sure that is true. But as long as the mud is caking up my boots, I’m grateful. It could be soooooo much worse!
What does all this talk about mud have to do with my beautiful wedding photo? I’m not sure. I guess I’ve been thinking a lot about how simple life really is, when we strip out all the nonsense; how easy it is to be grateful, if only we would. I only have a handful of pictures from the wedding. The amazing woman who photographed our day has family she needs to care for right now, so wedding pictures will have to wait. She was very sweet and managed to send a few of Sam and I. I’m savoring each one. Those five pictures make me so happy; I am beyond excited to see the rest. But I don’t need them NOW. Just like I don’t need spring NOW. I’m content knowing it won’t be winter forever.