This evening the kids had dinner at Nick’s mom’s house, while we finished up our shop holiday party. By the time we finally closed up the shop, had dinner, and headed over to get the kids, it was late. It had also started to snow again. The kids were happy to see me, and told me about their fun evening, while I zipped up their coats over their jammies. I was prepared to rush them out to the car, but as soon as we stepped outside, I paused.
The flakes were big and perfect. I couldn’t help myself, I tilted my head back and stuck my tongue out. The kids both mimicked me. We stood there for a minute or so, catching snowflakes on our tongues, and reveling in the wonder of it. Before we got too cold we piled into the car, singing “If all the snowflakes were candy bars and milkshakes...” As we drove home, the snow fell heavier and heavier, until we could barely see the road. It was like driving in a fairy land. Tessie finally interrupted the revered silence by asking, “Mom, can I stick my tongue out the window?” What beautiful innocence. And no, you may not.
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