“Snowflakes are one of nature’s most fragile things, but just look what they can do when they stick together.”
― Vesta M. Kelly
This morning I woke up to a winter wonderland. You know, when tree branches are still heavy with snow before the sun comes out and melts it. I woke up to that kind of winter wonderland. Although we weren’t quite prepared and lost snow boots which left me with an impromptu visit to a store to find some, it still was the first we’ve experienced at this house.
The first of many at this house.
We had our first Thanksgiving at this house…and while I wasn’t quite feeling it, it went off without a hitch and drama free! It exceeded my expectations, which made for an even more pleasant weekend where we welcomed the impending 5 inches of powdery, cold fluffy flaky ground and tree decoration.
The ground and tree decoration that my kids scream ecstatically for then give themselves face burns by eating too much of the stuff, or near frostbite by playing in it long after their gloves have fallen off and they can’t feel their toes.
It’s funny how this excitement fades over the years. As a child, the sight of snow initiates a gleefulness you only see in adults if they’ve won the lottery. But as an adult, snow doesn’t give the same feeling. As an adult you think about shoveling snow, all of it tracked in from the bottoms of boots and snow-suits, forever wet and muddy floors, always having to find that lost mitten or never really being okay with your child’s attire. They always seem to find the shorts and muscle shirts you’ve tried to pack away at the top of the closet, that somehow didn’t make it into the box.
No snow does not carry the same weight with grown ups.
It’s much more enjoyed curled up on the couch reading a good book with a cup of something hot to warm your hands.
It’s much more enjoyed when you can peek out and watch the snow fall off the treetops as the sun shines through making everything glisten like sand on a beach.
It’s much more fun to watch snow slide right off a branch from a tree hitting unsuspecting people below.
It’s much more enjoyed when you have a comforting soup on the stove and it’s certainly more enjoyed when you aren’t cold.
Cue thermal socks
always never-ending frozen hands and feet
the snow blower
and canceled school days.
Tomorrow we shall sleep in, drink cocoa, watch Christmas movies …and eat more turkey sandwiches.
So welcome, the first snow of the season! My kids welcome you emphatically!
I, however, am politely smiling from inside the windowpane enjoying your wintry views from a much warmer place, silently longing for the warmer days of spring, knowing winter has just begun.
But I will remember this:
“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.”
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