We’ve had a few flakes here and there, but yesterday when I woke up there was finally snow sitting on the ground. I’ve been waiting for the first snow because there is something very special about pulling back the curtain to show the kid that it’s finally arrived.
Our kid? She is a winter kid. Her Daddy says she has the spirit of the north. She loves snow, she loves being outside, she loves her sled and building snowmen and skating and everything that has to do with winter. I plan on being the mom who greets her back at the house with hot cocoa.
She was up around 7 but I waited about an hour to show her what had happened because I wanted a little time before the excitement began. I’m glad I waited because in about five minutes we went from this:
(It actually only took that long because we had to stop and tell Grandma that it had snowed).
She pranced around the backyard, throwing snow in the air with a huge smile on her face. She made snow angels:
And after a short break to get warmed up, she came out front to help me shovel off the driveway:
I can only hope that her love of shovelling continues as she gets older, though her Daddy actually finds it ‘zen.’
This kid is not going to be bored again until April.