I don’t remember very many snow days growing up, and with as much as I loved school, I’m not sure that they were a cherished thing for me. (Nerd, I know.) But last night, when I read the tweet from HP’s school principal relaying the info about a school closure today, I have to admit – I was excited.
The prospect of staying in jammies all day with my boys, celebrating what treasure the tooth fairy would bring, watching movies, playing outside in the snow, coming in for cocoa and marshmallows? Well all of those things just happen to be my most favorite things about winter. To be honest, I would trade nearly everything about winter to just live near the ocean on some warm beach and be barefoot in the sand for the rest of my life, but admittedly, there is something magical about snow to which nothing else compares.
I’m pretty sure that Willow would be quite miserable in any place but Colorado. Even on our warmest/hottest days, the evenings still cool down very nicely and you’d do best to have a light jacket handy, just in case.
I thought she’d be worn slick from hopping like a rabbit throughout the deep snow today (it was above her shoulders), but she just kept going, begging even, to be outside in it.
And finally, our 6yo wants to have his picture taken. That new hole in his head has proved to be the catalyst, I think.
Well, that and trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue.
The small fry joined in, but there was a stiff breeze every now and again that wasn’t cold, per se, but it did kick the snow right into your eyes.
So he threw snow back at the wind.
And the wind met his challenge by kicking it up a notch.
So did Willow.
Notice how he now rolls that top lip in so that we can experience that new gap to its fullest. What a nimrod.
My neighbor, owner of three huskies herself, finally got to meet Willow the Pillow.
I think they hit it off awesomely.
And then Willow found a snow pile mountain to climb and claim and practice being queen for a while.
What a happy girl.
And after the boys gave the snow one good last squishing, kicking, and stomping, they paused briefly before we headed back in.
And we celebrated, hot cocoa style, before settling back down into our cozy pants and some rest time on this lazy ol’ day.
Thank you, thank you Motha Nature. You delivered well on your promise of snow, and we shall honor you highly on this bonus of a three-day weekend.
We raise our cups to you.