Our daughter had just turned two when I first heard her mention “snowberries.” I would have counted it as mere jibberish if she 1) weren’t incredibly verbal and 2) wasn’t so very excited to be in the presence of these “snowberries.” So I took a look around hoping to find the culprit and correct her vocabulary. We were in the house, nothing berry-ish in any form nearby, there were no little toys or pictures. I was stumped. Then I looked back at Abby.
She was dancing in the sunlight coming through the window. Her little hands were raised up high and she was happily grasping at nothingness. She looked at me, smiled, and exclaimed, “Snowberries!”
That’s when I noticed the bits of dust floating through the air. My little girl was delighting in something so small and insignificant that it could only be seen when the light was perfect.
In honor of Abby, I’m trying to live a snowberry life. To find joy in the little things. Even if that means dancing in the dirt.
