I woke up this morning to cloudy, cold weather. You could feel it. Snow was on the way, and we all knew it. Of course it helped that it’s all everyone has been talking about for days! So we hunkered down, bundled up, and waited.
We made oatmeal and coffee for breakfast, the normal, but gosh it seemed so special this morning. We read books about snow and talked about where it comes from. Afterwards I rummaged around and found some supplies for Max to make valentines for some of his favorite people, and we painted the morning away. Still waiting on the snow, glancing out the window every few minutes. A bowl of potato soup and a little snuggle time with Drew later, it started. And so did the magic.
I love the snow. I love how everything seems to slow down. I stop worrying about my to-dos, and just sit and watch. The snow falls, the roofs and cars turn white, then the patio, then the grass and finally the streets. It’s piling up, and my boys’ eyes are filled with wonder.
We all three (husband still had to work) sat cuddled up on our bed with the curtains open, just watching, for hours. It was glorious, and cozy. Perfect. The boys both napped, a rare occurrence lately, so I poured a giant cup of coffee, sat down in front of a window, and read. After dinner we ate snow cream. Twice.
The snow is still coming down hard.
Is this real life? Did this day really just happen?
I cannot wait to get out in the snow tomorrow and play with Max and Drew. It is going to be the best day. Again.