This morning the children burst into my room before the light and scampered to the window in barefeet still warm from bed. Noses pressed to the cold glass they were silent for the briefest of moments, and then it began:
"Mom! Mom! Mom! It snowed!"
At five thirty in the morning my reaction wasn't quite what I would wish: my poor tulip bulbs- they had already started to come up.
"Mommmmmmmyyyyyyy! It's still snowing!!!!!"
And so it was that we found ourselves outside playing in this fresh coating of snow before 6 a.m.
Tired as I may have been (and oh, I really was), it just wasn't in me to say "no" to my little tornadoes of excitement. Though the coming and going of snow may have lost some of it's sheen in my adult-ness (perhaps about the time I began to be responsible for clearing the driveway?), I still live vicariously through their untarnished view of the magic of a snowfall. I romp and build and sled and fall into the puffy white stuff, discovering it anew each time through the eyes of my babes. I drink snow tea and eat snow cakes, I play snowball tag and snowball bullseye and I rejoice in the time I spend outdoors- unplugged- and simple.
I am still likely to need my morning cup of coffee, but at least my soul's all charged up for the day thanks to the excitement of a March snowfall.
|Tired girl- it really was soooo early|
|Hummm, Mama's tired too.|