This morning I was supposed to get up early and head to a very important meeting. It was the kick-off meeting for a new year with Urban Hope Academy, and we had some important guests lined up to come learn more about partnering with us in the vision.
But yesterday, it snowed. And snowed. And snowed. And instead of preparing the rest of my meeting notes last night, I helped prepare my preschool-aged son to go out and play in the snow. Which he did with reckless abandon until nightfall.
So this morning, while all the other yards looked so clean, mine was a minefield of footprints, snow angels, Tonka tracks, and splattered snowballs. Theirs looked pretty, but mine looked like it had been thoroughly enjoyed.
Sigh. I thought I had one plan this weekend, but God had another. Lord willing, we will regroup for the Partnership Meeting next Saturday. But this weekend's unusual snowfall was an opportunity to relive the joys of viewing life through the eyes of a 4-year-old.
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