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  • Up until today, we haven't had much snow this winter in my part of the country,
    but we have had cold enough air to get some flurries and light snow.

    On such a cold morning with light snow about 3 weeks ago,
    I was on my way into a local coffee store for a meeting -
    lots of research details and team dynamics on my mind.

    Quickly parking, I braced for the windy cold trip through the lot.
    As I got out of the car and started heading toward the shop
    absently double clicking for the beep of the car alarm,
    I came across a little girl standing by the side of her minivan.
    She was waiting for her mom to fish something, or possibly a littler someone, from the van.
    She was bundled for the weather, but she was oblivious to the cold temperatures.
    In perfect 3 year old bliss, she had her face titled up to the sky, eyes closed, mouth wide open
    Catching those pure and fleeting fluffy flakes on her tongue.

    I had to smile. Warmed by her playfulness.

    The next week, on an even colder morning in the low teens,
    I was running late heading to work - not a new thing!
    As I whipped down a hill not far from my house, my eye was caught by yet another young child.
    This time it looked like a bundled up boy of about 18 months walking with his grandparents.
    As they approached the disability ramp at the corner of a street, he discovered the
    red bumpy insert in the concrete meant for traction.
    He began jumping up and down on the dots - like it was bubble wrap.
    Best of all grandma joined right in!

    Today, the snow finally came! Eight to twelve inches by tomorrow morning - town is shut down.
    A joke to my son going to college up in the Adirondacks, but a good amount for here.
    As I grabbed another cup of coffee, I looked out the kitchen window.
    There in the neighbor's back yard, their little girl flopped down to make snow angels,
    and her dad rewarded her with a somersault through the snow.

    Thank goodness the children are here to remind us to slow down and find the simple wonder around us
    even when our busy adult selves are grumpily murmuring about the cold and snow.
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