Yesterday morning we awakened to Christmas come down—two inches in less than an hour and fat flakes still cascading. Jeff ran to the church to find our pastor being buried as he tried to shovel. The parking lot was snow-covered and the blanket deepened as they watched so the decision was made to call off morning services. Church was cancelled but the sky tumbled down in worship and back home I peered through the blinds with a sleepy sixteen year-old and watched his face light up with joy.
And with Michelle today: