"If the God you believe in as an idea doesn’t start showing up in what happens to you in your own life, you have as much cause for concern as if the God you don’t believe in as an idea does start showing up. It is absolutely crucial, therefore, to keep in constant touch with what is going on in your own life’s story and to pay close attention to what is going on in the stories of others’ lives. If God is present anywhere, it is in those stories that God is present. If God is not present in those stories, then they are scarcely worth telling." ~ Frederick Buechner

01 March 2012

The Holy in the Mundane

As we walked out of Kindermusik yesterday, the snow was just beginning to fall heavily. Little B tilted his face up to the sky, and giggled in scrunched-nose delight at the cold wetness of the flakes against his cheeks. We trotted to the car, singing, "Snowflakes falling all over town, slipping, sliding, everybody rushin' 'round. There's an icy chill in the air telling us that winter's really here!" (Cool Yule, anyone?)

Winter seems to have finally arrived in upstate New York.

The snow continued through the night, and it has looked like this all day.
I'm kind of loving the fact that it is this beautiful outside in March. Typically, this month is so dreary, with the gray slush everywhere. Right now, it looks like the winter wonderland we've been missing this season.
Little B and I had an appointment at the chiropractor this afternoon, but I rescheduled it for tomorrow. Some days are meant for having a day inside, doing cozy things.

We played hide-and-seek with his pull-along zebra (I pull it around for a bit, B toddles after us, and then I speed up and "hide" it somewhere along the way. It's a game of which he never seems to tire these days.). I rearranged his nursery while he ingested copious amounts of Cheerios (I try to convince myself that they're okay because they're the multigrain kind.) We played a game of "fetch" of sorts, using a wind-up toy school bus he got for his birthday. We made a plaster keepsake of Little B's handprint using a kit his Mimi sent him for Christmas. We read. He napped. We kept looking out the window at all the snow. 
We played photo shoot. :~)
Then B decided it was his daily Take My Socks Off time.
I thought of making soup for dinner (after all, it is that kind of day), but we had broccoli cheese soup last night. Nich declared that it was a pizza kind of night, so pizza it was. I found a terrific dough recipe (finally!), and we piled on all sorts of scrumptious toppings.
Tomato sauce, spinach, sliced artichokes, red peppers, onions, shredded cheese, ground turkey
Little B ate an entire slice. This was after having two arrowroot cookies, a couple red pepper sticks, and nursing within the hour preceding dinner. I won't tell you how many slices Nich (or I) ate. Let's just say that there aren't as many leftover slices as we would have liked.

This late-in-season snow day reminded me to slow down and look for the Holy in the midst of every day life. I am grateful for so many things today, not the least of which is my husband washing the dinner dishes so I could take a hot shower.


  1. grab your sled and let out a happy cheer!

  2. sounds like a perfectly wonderful day! glad you could enjoy every moment of it with your sweet boy(s).

  3. I think you have a great blog!! Keep up the good work and i look forward to reading more in the future!

    1. Dear Optimistic Existentialist: I just saw your comment! Thank you for the kind words.