Last week was spring break, which for us isn't really any different since the babes are so little and we work the life of nurses.  Regardless of this, we managed to squeeze in one day off as a family and decided we'd head up the mountains, as we had heard there was snow up there (a few weeks prior almost all the reachable snow was gone which is just crazy early).  A short hour and a half drive and we found just what we were looking for - a day amongst fresh powder, quiet solitude, and mountain air.

Hazel was wearing my old snowsuit which is nearly 30 years old and at the end of the day didn't quite do the job we hoped it would do, haha.  The beautiful thing about a child, however, is she didn't even notice or care that she was soaked down to her undies.

We fired up the jet boil and had coffee & cocoa with a mountain view - pure bliss.

The girls went sledding (J's first time!) and it immediately brought me back to Hazel at about Juniper's age and how much she belly-laughed her first time as well.  It's funny how different the two of them are.  Juniper loved it, as you can see in the photo, but she was very quiet & simply took it all in with a smile throughout the day.  Hazel at that age was very verbal how her excitement, always blabbing & we knew exactly how she felt.  I've been able to tell their personality differences from the start, it will be interesting to see if it continues.

I sat by this pond and nursed June before we left for a solid 10-15 minutes while B & H had snacks back at the car.  There was a moment of complete contentment between us, where even June seemed to appreciate the stillness and calm.  I will hold that moment forever.

Hoping the rest of your spring breaks were lovely, friends.

"As a child, one has that magical capacity to move among the many eras of the earth; to see the land as an animal does; to experience the sky from the perspective of a flower or a bee; to feel the earth quiver and breathe beneath us; to know a hundred different smells of mud and listen unself- consciously to the soughing of the trees. 

-Valerie Andrews, A Passion for this Earth

 What has your neck of the woods looked like? 

{this moment}

{this moment}