February 24

It was a frosty 28 degrees this morning when the boys and I left for school drop-offs.

I did a double-take when I saw that number because surely I'd read it wrong. But nope. Twenty-eight. Brr.

As I shepherded the boys down the stairs and into the garage at go-time, I felt a sense of gratitude for our heater and for the jacket I zipped all the way up and for the hot cup of coffee I knew I'd be enjoying about 20 minutes later. (Which was actually more like 30 minutes later because the elementary school drop-off was inSANE, but I digress.)

Little things, easily overlooked, but big blessings. Especially when it's twentysomething degrees out.