09 Mar 2008 8 Comments
One thing I learned about always wishing for snow is, if a storm actually visits, you are unprepared. Sunshine bounded into our room Friday morning proclaiming,
There’s stuff in the sky! It’s snowing!
Because I’m Supermom, I rolled over muttering, “No, it isn’t.” She insisted. Of course, little early bird was telling the truth, and seconds later the house jumped with children.
Last week we ran around in sandals; this week we scrambled to find warm coats and hats. We don’t own any mittens, and only one person has snow boots, so the excitement of playing in the evanescent white didn’t last long. However, the moments before my children froze are etched in my mind. Pure joy. Pure excitement. The wonder of childhood.