As if on cue, the first official day of winter looked like winter. The previous night's rainfall transformed into snow flakes. By the time the boys arose, a blanket of snow shrouded our yard. They were giddy. overjoyed. ecstatic. Their excitement was palpable and contagious.
Still clad in pajamas, they raced around the house on a hunt for buried snow boots, caps, scarfs, snow pants, and matching mittens. With lightning speed, they shoved on all their gear and dashed out into the unblemished snow. The possibility for snow play seemed endless: "shoveling" the snow, making snow forts, snow angels, snow cones. I watched from my kitchen window at the delightful scene.
And so it went for the last two days. Boys playing in the snow for a spell, then darting back inside to warm frosty toes and fingers (or beg this mother for yet another mug of hot cocoa). My mind raced back to winters past as I am reminded again of the joys and challenges of winter weather:
A yard decorated with snowmen
Wet boots leaving a brown-watery trails throughout the house
Steaming mugs of hot cocoa
Owning a zillion gloves without one single match
Sled rides. Giggles. Repeat. Repeat.
Helping little kids put snow suits and gloves on. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.....
Oh winter, I think you're here to stay.