the hardgrave family

Well, I’m afraid facebook has really destroyed me for doing family blogging, but I am resolved to do better and this is my first new effort toward that end.

That said, even though I have lived in Alabama most of my life, I have to admit that Christmas in Alabama almost always bring me one specific disappointment; no snow.  As a rational adult, I know better than to even hope for snow in Alabama in December, but like most Americans, I’ve seen so many Christmas movies that somehow, deep down, I really seem to feel that Christmas Eve and Christmas Day ought to be celebrated (everywhere) draped in about 3-6 inches of beautiful white fresh fallen snow.

This is completely irrational and I know it.  Aside from that, as  a Christian, it is doubly irrational because the celebration of the incarnation has NOTHING to do with weather.  Still, I want snow, and oft complain about the lack thereof while wearing my shorts on Christmas morning.  Crazy.

All that said . . , one of the recurring jokes around the Hardgrave home during the holidays when talk of snow arises is something like “Well, there’s always March” (because of the winter storm in 93)   Now that may not sound strange to many, but given the fact that we have actually broken ground on gardens in March before, it always tickles me a bit.

Well, today “There’s always March” finally yielded forth it’s promise.  Today, March first brought a whole load of big flaky snow and as I write this, I am sitting by the fire full of hot chocolate.  Kathryn and I listened to Christmas music on the way to Church this morning, and when we all got home, our girls had their first real snow ball fight.  God is good.  :-)

“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.” ~ James 1:17