There is something so magical about snow. I had a skylight in my room as a kid. I can remember waking up in the morning, blinking my eyes a few times, and seeing the entire skylight was covered with snow. I would run and open the window and let the cold snowy air hit my face. I’ll never forget that feeling.
Logan’s been waiting and waiting of snow. We’ve only been teased with a few flurries, nothing that sticks to the ground. We were greeted briefly with a white Christmas, but it quickly melted. No snowballs, snow angels, or snowmen. “I thought it was supposed to be winter!” he complains.
Last night I went to let the dogs out…AGAIN! Some large beast helped herself to two trays of cookies that were on the counter. I opened the door and instead of the rain that was falling 20 minutes earlier when she went out for the eighth time, it was snow. Big flakes were falling from the sky. I was sad that Logan was in bed and most likely asleep. As my husband and I gazed out the window he asked if he could wake Logan up. How cool would that be!?
We went into his room and whispered in his ear… “it’s snowing.” He got onto Daddy’s back and I threw a blanket over them. Outside they went. I stood on the porch and watched as they caught snowflakes on their tongues. The snow fell from the night sky landing on their heads. I should have grabbed the camera but I was too caught up in the magical moment. Absolute delight.
As we put him back to bed he looked up with a huge smile, “I can’t believe you just let me do that.” I’m sure he’ll never forget the night mom and dad woke him up to catch snowflakes on his tongue. Magic.