Before Christmas Reuben thought it was hilarious to threaten me. "It's not going to be a white Christmas, Mommy." I'd start to cry, and he would maniacally laugh. Well, he was right, it was not a white Christmas. A few Saturdays later he looked out the window, and was very please to tell me that it was finally going to be a white Christmas.
They have been promising me a winter storm for the last few days, but it is currently raining, which made those last few patches of snow disappear. I don't miss pushing my stroller around in inches of snow. I don't miss getting so cold I get numb. But I do miss how it looks, white and sparkling, clean and fresh. I miss taking a deep breath full of cold air and feeling alive, because I could tell a difference me between my body and my surroundings. I miss feeling like this dead part of the year was actually giving something back in return instead of just being dead.
I know that I am in the minority with this school of thought, but I'd sure love to have some snow to enjoy. (Driving twenty minutes to see man made snow does not count).
1 year ago