I’m trying to be positive about ice. I’m trying to find something good to say about icy weather. So here are my thoughts….

I love ice in my drinks. Whether its summer time or winter, I like ice in my drinks. I LOVE ice cream

Icy weather brings more togetherness in our family. No one is rushing out the door during icy cold weather. We snuggle more. We cook more. We play more games. We talk more. We go out less which means we spend less.

Icy weather is great! What do you do during bad weather that you normally don’t do when the weather is bright, sunny, and warm?

Hand Over Hand – by Mike Smyth

At the edge of hopelessness, when all seems to be lost, the universe throws into your life the right person at just the right time. The knot at the end of your rope which provides the encouragement to start climbing and to not look down into the interminable abyss. A voice that is right there with you cheering you on, telling you,” You can do this, one hand over the other, don’t look up, don’t look down, just one hand over the other, that’s it, keep going!”
Inspired by a, Long Distance Love Bomb

This photo was taken at the Great Wall in Beijing, China by our 14 year old daughter while hiking in the area with a group of students and fantastic teachers.

This photo was taken at the Great Wall in Beijing, China by our 14 year old daughter while hiking in the area with a group of students and fantastic teachers.

My husband is participating in a writing class. Out of the class and encouragement by so many, his writing has evolved into more than just beautiful words. Today, his post on FB was so encouraging to me that I decided to share it with you (with his permission of course). Please enjoy.

Building Blocks

A few week’s ago we were walking home after having a very filling and wonderful dinner. The evening was dense with heat and no air movement to speak of. The town was filled with people strolling about enjoying the evening and trying to find some measure of comfort. The only smell in the air was the lingering smell of fireworks. The sounds were the same, crackling fireworks and horns blaring from cars, trucks, scooters, and even bicycles.

As we were walking home we noticed a little boy and his mother. The mother was busy enjoying the little boy’s giggles and didn’t notice we had slowed down to watch the scene before us. The young boy was busy playing with left over cement block as mom watched on. The little boy would pile the blocks, move them around, stand back and look at mom for approval. Mom would then praise the little boy and clap.

I found such pleasure in the scene before us. I thought to myself, now there’s a mother truly spending time with her son. You could clearly see she was enjoying the boys creativity and being encouraging to him as well.

We knew she had noticed us when we heard the word, “Laowai”, which means foreigner. We all said hello and pointed to what the boy had done with the blocks, gave a little clap, and touched his head. Of course he shied away from us (it was Mike’s towering size and bald head, I’m sure of it… :)) and went to his mother. As we were walking away the little boy resumed playing with the blocks and I asked mom if I could take a picture. A quick nod from mom and I was able to get 2 quick shots (although not very good ones) before he went to mom again.  Enjoy!

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