Normally, I am not a winter lover. The dry hands, the short days, the layers upon layers of clothing, and the general dreariness usually over shadow the calm beauty of a new fallen snow despite the squeals of gleeĀ emanatingĀ from my children.
Last year the East Coast was pummeled by snowstorm after snowstorm, and one blizzard left us literally stranded in our homes for 3 days before the plows came. So this mild winter has been welcome, or so I thought until I saw the adorable little snowflakes on the weather forecast.
Yesterday, I was the first to notice the flakes coming down yesterday, and am certain that I would’ve run to the window squealing with glee, even if I didn’t have any children around.
So I quickly bundled up the kids, trying my best to ignore the hacking coughs and runny noses. And we went out in the snow.
Peter was adorable, giggling when he looked up and let the flakes land on his chubby cheeks.
Clark’s gears were turning in overdrive as he plotted how he could make the ground colder so the snow would stick. I convinced him that our imaginations were just as good as having real snow to shovel and make a snowman with.
Simon wanted a reindeer too and then set out on an expedition, with the aid of a flashlight, to find more snow.
It wasn’t long before we all felt wet and cold, but at least we made the most out of this “snow day.”