My own children play outside, and I call them into the warmth. Not because I am worried they are too cold, but because nothing feels better than giving their cool little bodies warm hugs. Inviting them in, into the sanctuary of warmth.
This is bliss.
This is love.
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Moments of motherly love can manifest itself in very ordinary situations. It's whether one makes it a point to do so. Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteStellar ...I too remember those snowy moments with my children.
ReplyDeleteLovely! My granddaughters have just been awarded sledges . . so I know how you feel. I'll say it again. LOVELY!
ReplyDeleteI miss the days of greeting my little red noses, wet from a long play in the snow.
ReplyDeleteIt's invigorating to feel cold when one knows warm hugs will follow!
ReplyDeleteAh, sweet memories come with that first frothy snow!
ReplyDeleteI wonder why kids never feel the temperature like adults? It's the same with either the cold or the heat. Nice Magpie.
ReplyDeleteI have so many precious memories of watching my children frolic in deep snow. Sledding and snowballs and angels galore.
ReplyDeleteVery endearing. It has a simplicity and straight-forwardness about it, that I look for in literature.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like the perfect childhood.
ReplyDeletewhen I was younger I could go sledding all day and not feel at all cold...but it sure felt good to come home to warmth :)
ReplyDeleteKids seem impervious to the cold. I guess that the focus is on having fun...
ReplyDeleteI've always prefered looking at snow, rather than being out in it, even when I was little!
ReplyDeleteWarm vitality is evident here amidst the cold.
ReplyDeleteDropped over from the goddess's blog - enjoyed your post, its so true, nothing nicer than warming little cold fingers and handing out the hot chocolate!
ReplyDeleteI always enjoyed my sweet little boy's tiny arms around my neck when he came in from the cold. It was even better to snuggle with him over a hot cup of cocoa and watch a good Christmas movie, after he spent the whole day building snowmen, sledding and playing with his little friends.
ReplyDeleteThe warmth of love....this is a beautiful poem for the prompt! :-)
ReplyDeletePlaying outside in the snow, then returning indoors to a warm hug - pure bliss!
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