This morning we woke up to this:
The results of our third snow storm in April. White blanketing every square inch.
I’m not going to complain or whine (I’ve done enough of that on Facebook and Instagram and I’m sure you all are sick of it). Because even amidst my internal cussing, I had to admit that is was pretty. Okay God, if you are going to give us butt-loads of snow in April at least it’s pretty.
It will melt fast, this I know. You don’t have to tell me that. Or remind me that it’s supposed to hit 70 degrees this weekend (of-course, I will be working, but I won’t whine or complain about that either).
I think it’s okay to be real, right? That our winter has dragged on and on and on and if you live in Minnesota you are just READY. Ready for spring to come and ready for the snow to go. For good.
Thank you, God, for the pretty snow. But please oh please before I go CRAZY, please bring spring. And not just this weekend while I’m working but next Monday and beyond. Amen.