Snowberries Explained

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 their presence. 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 pouring 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.

9 Responses to “Snowberries Explained”

  1. Lovely.

    I got your blog link from my Uncle Dan. Enjoyed it.

    Blessings,
    Robin

  2. I love your site. Keep it up !

  3. This is beautiful…

    I see you follow Dwell Deep. Do you attend the Village?

    • Hey Rachel- Yep, my husband and I attend the Village Denton campus. Matt Chandler has such an amazing speaking gift that we can’t help but listen when he’s talking!

  4. I am uplifted by your beautiful story and I look forward to reading more about the “snowberries” in your life. We learn so much from our children. They remind us to slow down, open up to the littlest things that, once noticed, are windows into eternity. Thank you.

    harriedmystic

  5. This story is exquiste. Like your daughter’s heart. Which she gets in part from her Mommy, no doubt.

  6. Love it. I don’t know how I just found out about this. You are an amazingly talented woman!!!

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