I sat down to read some instructions on something and when I looked up, it was everywhere. Styrofoam snow, falling from the hands of my three year old who had found some packaging in the trash. I could have been mad, I could have made him clean it all up, but instead I just ran with it. Those are those moments that make childhood so fun and magical, and we soaked it up. We made snowmen and threw it at each other. Rhett just loved it falling on his head. I love my boys and am so beyond grateful that I get to spend my days with them; I know how lucky I am and do not take it for granted one bit.
disclaimer: If this sounds like a fun idea for your kids, just be warned that it took me almost two hours straight to clean up, and I’m still finding styrofoam balls around the house. Just puttin that out there.