It’s a snowy day. For the most part it’s just slushy snow out there, but it’s bad enough to make a real impact. The local offices of the federal government are closed as are all the schools in the area. It’s past noon and the snow plow hasn’t even come yet. If it weren’t for the fact that everyone set out their trash last night and the garbage men aren’t likely to appear either, it would be very idyllic out front.
I love the snow. It rejuvenates me. I will admit to going down the slopes with the neighborhood kids. I have even gotten Okey to ski down to the back field during one of the heavier snowstorms.
I jumped out of bed at six am to look out the window like a little child. Sad that I could still see the sidewalk, I crawled back into bed. Around eight o’clock this morning is when I noticed the first snowflakes falling down.
After letting her sleep in a little bit, I finally opened the blinds in Wren’s room and exclaimed that today was a special day. I hoisted her up so she could look out the window at all of the snow, and I told her that after breakfast we were going to go outside and play in it. “Snow,” she repeated.
I bundled her up in tights and many layers. I squeezed her into a snowsuit. I got her snow boots on. I put her wool hat and mitts on and outside we went. It was decided her sister would stay inside with daddy.
She and I normally don’t dally in the cold, so I was curious what her reaction would be.
Glee and utter glee.
Her arms outstretched to the heavens and a giggle escaped her lips. She bent down to grasp the snow. She stuck her tongue out to taste a flake.
We walked around the neighborhood, and she “climbed” the small hill near the entrance. Without hesitation or fear, she turned around and ran back down… falling about three times flat on her face. I had to help her back up each time as she was a tad too bundled, like Randy in A Chistmas Story.
We continued our walk home. Everyone else was indoors and so it was as if we had the world to ourselves.