Wednesday morning started off badly.
I slept in and woke up about 20 minutes before I was supposed to be at work. I looked out the window and saw snow – the first snow – on top of what I had heard was supposed to be freezing rain. I quickly got dressed, threw my things together and went to wake up the kid.
You see, Joe is away and I was planning on being up and at work early because the kid has to come with me and I have to leave early to take her to the doctor.
So I got her out of bed and got her dressed and downstairs, telling her I had a surprise for her that would hopefully make her less angry and confused about being rushed out of bed and not getting to pick her own clothes.
I pulled back the curtain and immediately wished her Dadd had been there: “OOOOOH SNOW!”
The kid loved snow last year. She loved playing in it and going our in her sled. She didn’t mind the cold one bit and when her Daddy took her “skating” she laughed and laughed.
All the way down the highway she would see things covered with snow and get excited all over again.
It’s hard to hate winter with someone so cute being so excited about everything.