I stayed home. I passed up a change to take pictures. Winter pictures of my girls sledding and playing in the snow. A drive to the mountains and a day in the cold.
Nothing. No winter wonderland photos. No sledding. No funny crash scenes, cold noses or sun shining through the trees.
Nothing. A break from everything and a quiet house. Some time to work on some writing and relax.
But, even as I try to enjoy the solitude I keep thinking that I'm missing out. Not on the cold fingers, or numb toes or wet clothes of course. Missing out on the squeals of delight, the screams of excited kids and the opportunity to freeze those memories forever.