let it snow, let it snow (part 1)

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If you happen to live in Canada, there’s a big chance that you will have snow for Christmas. If you live in Saskatchewan, it’s guaranteed to be white and cold. I honestly don’t mind this weather. I have always preferred to wear layered fall/winter attire over next to nothing in the summer. I also do not get cabin fever as I am usually going to one of my jobs, the gym, for walks, dates, or errands. Our animals can get stir crazy at times, but I just make their outdoor exercise more frequent. I figure that this snow won’t last forever, and so I might as well stay positive since Mother Nature is unpredictable.

As I mentioned, our Christmas was not without snow. It was also filled with family. I spent the morning alone preparing for the day ahead. My husband came home for a quick lunch, and then went back to work. We spent the evening of Christmas Eve at my parent’s acreage with my parents, siblings, and their children. My mum’s house is nothing short of a southwestern palace, which is always very fitting given that we live on the prairies. It felt warm, comforting, filling, and just lovely. It really was like a good, old-fashioned Christmas. It was perfect.

xxoo

Emory

2 Comments

  1. Mum

     /  01/06/2014

    Anymore close ups and that camera will be confiscated. Nice selfie. Took me a bit to figure where you were. Babas! Now would you like my version of that magical night?

  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of two (one earthside and one with the angels), and an animal rescuer. This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
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  • Early morning post (before I start painting our living room walls). We viewed our first acreage in four years last month. While the outside of the property was one hundred times more appealing than the interior, it’s inspired us to see more. We’re country folk at heart- both being raised on farms and acreages. We probably will not stop until we find that piece of prairie land that whispers our names. 🌾💛 Happy birthday, husband. I’m sorry that your birthday doesn’t always go as planned. Also, transitioning from you being gone for weeks, to then being home for a few hours, only to leave again is anything but smooth at first. But know that Remy and I do love and appreciate you so much. I hope that you have a wonderful year (since we’ll probably be spending much of it apart), wherever you now are.
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