First Snow

This morning my boys woke up to our first real snow of the season. We had a sprinkling in October but it melted as soon as it hit the ground. Elijah was so excited to get to school and play on the playground. Of course, little brother saw how excited Elijah was and immediately started asking if he could play in the snow. The grownup in me dug my heels in. It wasn't even 8:00 yet, and the streetlights were still on. I hadn't had my coffee yet, let alone breakfast. As a grownup, I also recognized that this was the first of many, MANY snowy days for us here in eastern Canada. By the time March rolls around, even the kids are excited to see the snow leave.

And so once again, I had to stop thinking like a grownup. I took a deep breath, and remembered how excited I was as a little girl when we would get our first snow. How I would rush out to take in the magic of winter... how the snowflakes tasted as they melted on my tongue. How could I deprive my sweet four year old of that joy? We bundled up, grabbed my coffee and my camera, and out we went. And I am so glad we did. These fleeting moments of joy are so few and far between... we must grasp them whenever we can.