We awoke to a touch of snow today, the first snowfall of the season. We get pretty excited about snow around here, as we only get a few white days each year. We have been eagerly awaiting a three day blizzard since reading
Laura Ingalls Wilder's The Long Winter. This morning's touch of snow brought such joy to my two children (and all the squealing children in the neighborhood) and helped me to embrace the little moments in the day. Like excited children missing a day of school, we all bundled up and hurried out as the snow fell and quickly began to melt. When we finally came in to warm up, we put on warm dry clothes, had lunch, and got ready for quiet time. And then the snow started pouring down again. Out we raced, in the middle of our quiet time, to catch some falling flakes. Hannah is not quite ready to roll her own snowballs, but both kids love dropping and stomping my snowballs to bits. We completed our snowman with bottle caps and a cork saved for our stepping stone project. We added our own gloves, scarf, ear muffs, and shovel. We always love our first snow day each year, and we'll keep waiting for (but not expecting) that three day blizzard Laura had plenty of in her own Long Winter.
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