I always wonder if the weekend is the end or the beginning?  Or maybe both?  This one felt a little like both. 
Saturday was a wrap up to the wild week of early dismissal, snow day/school cancelled, late start, weather that was too cold and too white. 
But Sunday, that was a day for beginning – rain that washed away the ice, music, prayer, worship, a run on the trail after too many days off, and a birthday celebration.  Life is good.