My mother tells me that I used to roll in the snow all the way to preschool when we lived in Michigan. I do not have that affinity anymore. A few days ago I woke up to this:
It has snowed in New England several times in recent months, but I always had some legitimate excuse (school, homework, fatigue) to avoid going out in it with my girls. I’d promised them though, that the next substantial snowfall would not be ignored.
Going out was unavoidable, so I tried to make the best of it. I got the girls all suited up and put on my normal stuff. I can no longer zip my 3-in-1 coat because of my growing bump so I wore a sweatshirt beneath it. I don’t have snow boots or waterproof mittens so really I was not protecting myself nearly enough, but I layered as best I could.
The girls looked so cute in their snow pants and jackets They really had a wonderful time outside in the snow. Maybe one day they’ll think it’s just a nuisance to be around, but for now they absolutely love it. I enjoyed being able to watch them enjoy something so simple. Thank you Nature!