The First Snow

Here we are in mid December, and for the most part, we have been leaving the house in barely more than long sleeves.  It has been more than a little strange.  As I have been decorating the house for Christmas, it is a little disheartening to look outside, at the beautiful warm and sunny days.  So we have all been looking forward to the long awaited, and heavily hyped up storm, hitting us this evening. 

Although it has already snowed once this season, that was in November and we were out of town.  So I’m just not going to count it.  Today felt like the first snow.  This morning Nick and I finished last minute outside chores, and Tessie watched the sky anxiously.  Finally, right before lunch, I saw a few tiny flakes fall.  Tes was at the window in a flash, and frowned when she said she didn’t see anything.  Nick and I both smiled, and told her to keep watching.  By the time we were sitting down to lunch, there was a light blanket of white on our yard.  Half an hour later, there was another inch.  By the late afternoon you could only see bumps where large rocks had been, and it was still snowing.

Both the kids were excited.  Tessie kept climbing up on a chair to look out the window, and Christian kept asking to go “snowing.”  Unfortunately, it didn’t get above freezing all afternoon, and the temperature kept dropping.  So we somehow convinced the kids to wait until tomorrow to go outside, and in the meantime we all just stared out the window at the falling snow.  There is nothing like the first snow, even if it isn’t technically the first.  It was beautiful.