Sweet memories are made of simple moments.
After a week of February rain, God blessed us with a sunny Sunday morning and an awesome idea that He put into my husband’s head. Yesterday, in search of a completely different thing, my husband found some old Bengal fires (torches). So, he lit them. In the house. The flames lasted for 2 seconds. The smoke lingered forever. And when you have a room filled with sun rays and smoke, magic happens! It’s a dreamy vision of a beautiful reality – happy children jumping all around, confused dad saying “I shouldn’t have done this. It’s too much smoke…”, and mom opening all the windows saying “Let’s light some more!”.
We spent the rest of the day in the snowy mountains. It was cold and windy and we’re all coughing and sneezing now, but all that beauty of the nature was so worth it.
(a cuckoo clock, a chandelier and the vibrant dress of the waitress)
(Winter food and everything covered in white)