A snow day in South Carolina.
From my experience thus far, that's a pretty rare treat.
And something worth celebrating.
It started as a small group - our family and Chris.
A little rolling in the snow. A little throwing of balls crafted from snow. A little sad snowman building. A little trekking through the snowy woods. A little grilled cheese and soup eating.
And then Walter sent a text warning us that a group of adventurers would be arriving shortly. And nearly immediately we looked out the window and saw a gang of pals approaching via foot on the driveway.
Our small group quickly leaped into a gathering.
A little game playing. A little caramel popcorn baking. A little hot cocoa drinking. A little snow sledding.
And then along the snowy driveway appeared a mini camp vehicle with good neighbors and friends.
Our gathering instantly morphed into a happening.
A little more game playing. A little pipe smoking. A lot more caramel popcorn eating. A little more sledding.
And finally the Demings showed up.
Our happening turned into a full-fledged shindig.
A lot more loud game playing. (Pit is an unreasonably loud game.) A lot of pizza eating. A little basketball watching.
You could call it Community.
And that would be true.
Or you could call it Life.
And that would be even better.
