I got up Sunday morning and headed to church while Dan and Brittain stayed cozy in the house. We knew the weatherman was predicting snow, but when was the last time those people were right? About halfway through the church service the choir headed down for communion so I was suddenly able to see the snow…the tons of snow…the big, beautiful snowflakes, the perfect snow to take pictures of my child playing in. I then did what any normal person would do…I knelt at the altar, received communion, said a quick prayer, and then jolted out of church.
Dan knows me too well…when I arrived home, they were just starting to get dressed to go out. He knew what he might have to deal with if I returned home to find a worn-out 2-year old, too tired and cold to go back outside. So, I helped bundle her up and we headed out to “play” in the snow. Unfortunately, this snow wasn’t the fluffy stuff that you can make snow angels in and such. Nope, when you walked out in the yard in this stuff, it was total mush under your feet.
Don’t you worry, we made the best of it. Even without any gloves on (yes, I’m a bad mother who couldn’t find one of Brittain’s gloves so I let her go outside without them), we tasted the snow and even started a snowman (which consisted of a small, somewhat round ball of pure ice about the size of my fist, that if thrown at anyone would kill them). But mostly we just stood there, in pure and total amazement.
Once we decided that we had braved the cold long enough, we headed over to Gramy and Papa’s house. We got to meet Papa’s brother from Michigan, and Brittain got to try out her new skates. What a funny site this was. She was a big fan of her Dora helmet and knee pads.
