Winter often gets a bad rap, dismissed as long, miserable, dismal, abusive, and unbearable.
There are a lot of things in life that are labeled as such, but deserve another look, and a little more attention.
On Monday, we packed up from Christmas in the Dad's hometown, and the lil' dude gazed up at the sky.
Mama, someone painted the trees!
She's incredibly astute for a three-footer.
There's no denying the beauty. The entire trip home looked like this. It was calm and peaceful and was the perfect backdrop to a huge life lesson for the week.
Some people see ice, cold, and severity.
Some see paint, applied with precision and grace.
I know my 2011 is going to be covered in paint.
Happy New Year!