December Snow, March Snow

 

Do you see this happy scene?  The scene above is that first December dusting of snow that brings out the kid in everyone, if you let it.  Everyone loves December snow.  Now it is March.  Very few people love March snow.  

The weathermen predicted a harsh winter and they weren't kidding.  Last November I told a friend who had moved here from California, "Indiana winters aren't bad. You just pull out all those cute scarves and boots and bundle up and it's just fine."  I texted her in mid-January and said, "Sorry, I lied."  

Despite the aversion to March snow, we were grateful that we did get one more big snow the first week in March, just in time for the kids' spring break.  We took the older two kids to a ski resort just outside Cincinnati.  It was one of the most perfect days I can remember.  I guess I was just grateful that we were able to have some quality time with Meredith and Clara, who are growing up so fast.  

It was the kids' second time to snow ski, as Kevin took them by himself last year.  They were amazing.  By the end of the day, they were going down all the intermediate slopes with flair and grace, snow plowing very little.  For me, it had been 10 years.  Yes, 10!!  I think it had something to do with helping to populate the earth and breastfeeding small babies for the better part of a decade.  I'm glad the long hiatus is over and I plan to go as much as I can from here on out.  I now remember why I always thought downhill snow skiing was one of the most fun things to do on earth.  

Here we are on one of the lifts, taking in the scenery, and watching the freckles grow on the girls' noses.  How I love them. I'm so glad for this day and the chance to make this memory when they were age six and eight.  I want to hold on to these moments forever but I guess the still shots will have to do.