It’s a strange thing… Snow when you are three and six it is the greatest thing in the world, when you are ten it’s still fun, but usually after a big snow storm. When you are twenty six, you hate it and dread it. The constant dressing and undressing, pulling and pushing, freezing and sweating, digging and undigging, layering and covering, truth be told though secretly every year when the first snow falls, we feel that childish delight. For a moment we are three and six again and think it’s the greatest thing in the world. To see the beautiful white fluffy snow fall from the sky and spread out through over the valley floor, to see everything change from greens, yellows, oranges and reds to magical white mist. One minute you see a light white cover over the valley and then the next minute as far as your eyes can see the world be pure white. What an amazing sight.
Have a happy winter!
We have a little tradition that is not always kept every night but at times before jumping into bed the girls go outside to look for the moon. It is fun to find where the moon would be in the sky. Our youngest daughter would say “I want to say goodnight to the moon, Shhhh, the moon is sleeping, you got to be quiet.” So that is when we started to say goodnight to the moon. I love to journal especially about my girls. I came across a cute conversation I had with my oldest daughter back on January 05, 2008 It reads:
Alicia- “The sun is hot and the moon is cold! I wish I could catch the moon and see if I was right.” If you go out in outer space you could touch it? Mom- “Why do you think the moon is cold?” Alicia-“Because outside is cold at bedtime.” Mom-“Did you know that sometimes you can see the moon in the day time, but it’s so light outside that it’s hard to see the moon. So do you think the moon is still cold?” Alicia-“Just a little bit cold.”
