I woke up this morning hoping to find a little bit of sparkling on the grass and rooftops. No dangerous roads, just a nice light dusting of snow. It wasn’t there.
As I was working with James on Phonics in school, one of his words today was flake. I mentioned my little wish that we’d have a few come down then decided we’d make our own. Declaring today as an Art Day was fun, though the kitchen was quite a mess.
While we were finishing up our project, the kids started yelling at me to look outside. There, glistening on the roof of the garage, were small snowflakes floating down from the clouds.
I’m quite content. Thank you, God!
Edit: Ok, pictures are here.
Amie folding her paper.
James had a lot of fun cutting.
How many did they make?
Christine has to show off the one she made.
What creative kids! You should hang the snowflkakes in your home.