Simple Pleasures

The last time it snowed at our house, (about 41 days ago, but who's counting?) my kids got together with the neighbors and shoveled and shoveled and shoveled until they built a snow hill.  At its peak the hill was about two and a half feet high.  I wish I had gotten a picture of it because it's all melted now.  

But it was so funny, and a little bit pathetic, to watch the kids slip their way to the top of their sledding hill and then zip down it.  Their joyful faces, pinked cheeks, and bright eyes made it hard not to enjoy their simple pleasures.

I think that's what motherhood is for me: a reminder of simple pleasures.

That, and laundry.

And dishes.