snow & forts... but not snow forts.

This past weekend was for the most part 2 1/2 days of relaxing for Daniel and I. We didnt do anything that took too much effort, just some reading, movie watching, and the building of a living room fort. Yes, a fort.

The fort stuck around for two days and two nights. It was my idea to build it and I'm not quite sure as to why other than maybe a longing for the carefree feelings of winter that you remember from your youth. You know, school gets cancelled, you spend the morning watching cartoons in your pj's, followed by the process of putting layer upon layer on to go play in the snow with your friends that just happen to be out there as well (theres no making of phone calls or plans at that age- no need), after which you come inside, de-layer, cover up in tons of blankets and have some hot chocolate that Mom had ready just for you and then pop in a movie and fall asleep.

Life does not go backwards. We'll never feel those carefree feelings to such an extreme again, but that doesnt mean we cant celebrate them from time to time with a bit of childish antics of our own. Thats where our living room fort came into play. We had gone for a long walk while it was snowing and the ground was already covered in white, untouched by shovels or footprints, and at one point began to play a bit, throwing some snow at one another- but it didnt accelerate the way it does when your a child. It's different as an adult, or maybe at least for some adults (ie. me). Theres more reserve, more fear, with thoughts of 'what if one of us gets hurt'... you never think about that when your a child. That's not to say the walk wasn't wonderful, wasn't memorable, wasn't refreshing... it was all those things and more. I'm just acknowledging the difference.

So homeward we went and once inside, de-layered, changed into p.js, made our very own hot chocolate (no adult supervision necessary), and came out with the idea of building a fort. We agreed it was an excellent idea and began rearranging the living room, locating all the sheets and blankets in the house, piling up the pillows, and engineering our new living room domain, until she was finished. Then onto 'what to do now' We decided to do some bible reading in our "fort room" , watch a movie, and eat(drink?) some savory milkshakes. That was it, it was bed time for us quasi adults. We awoke the next morning, went to church, then lunch, and then home to nap once more in our fort room before dis-assembling our momentary adolescence and re-assembling our adult reality. And that is the end of that.