Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for winter's powdered sugar.
As I open the front door, ready to take T on his morning walk, I am surprised (and secretly delighted) at what I see: a world is dusted in finely sifted confectioner's sugar. While we slept last night, a quiet storm crept into the neighborhood, leaving a layer of delicate white powder on everything!
I hate to ruin the pristine scene by stepping on the walkway and sidewalk. But, T is anxious to get to the park. So off we go into this winter wonderland of sorts. A perfect way to begin the weekend.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
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