I am perfect in my imperfections. I am a soccer mom, a trained professional (don't make me go ninja on ya), Earth Mother, coffee shop, bookstore loving mess. As Ani DeFranco sings, I am 32 flavors and then some. I am a walking, talking paradox who just wants to enjoy life, family, kids, and some good movies.
The snow is amazing right now. Huge, fluffy flakes are surrounding me, and I am sitting in wonder of it all. I am not thinking of bad roads; I have no place to go. I am not thinking of anything but this moment, this place, and this time. I am thinking of rich hot chocolate with fresh whipped cream and candy canes. I am thinking of apple, cranberry, and walnut pie for tonight's dessert. I am thinking of my granny's potato soup, and how she makes it perfectly. I am thinking of a blue eyed man who I believe is also thinking of me. I am thinking of going sledding with two children who still believe in the magic of it all. Perfection is here and not within the open packages that still reside under the tree. Today and this one moment will last a lifetime.