Let it snow!

Here is why I don’t mind the cold Indiana winters: Snow! I love waking up and being surprised by snow.

It’s the times when you’re caught off guard—it wasn’t here yesterday and suddenly the world is covered in a blanket of white—that snow becomes magical.

Yesterday we woke up to this winter’s first snow. We were lying in bed, looking out the window, waiting for Meredith to wake up so we could show her. Then, suddenly, we heard a squeal coming from her room across the hall, “Daddy, the snow is falling outside!” Then there was a big belly laugh that lasted for a good 10 seconds. It was one of the cutest things I’ve ever heard.

Meredith has been reading lots of picture books about snow and has been fascinated with the topic. This year’s first snow did not disappoint.

When I moved to Virginia to work for a national non-profit organization, I remember being amused by many of the young people fondly reminiscing over childhood snow experiences. The things they talked about were foreign to me. For instance, ice skating in the front yard after a thin layer of water froze on the lawn. Going “group sledding” at a party—one big tarp, one hill, and thirty kids. I couldn’t really relate to these experiences, but it sounded like lots of fun.

Watching Meredith enjoy the snow this morning made me glad that she’ll have fond memories of playing in the snow too. Kevin remarked how happy he is that she is able to enjoy snow.

So, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!