
For months now, Anna has been asking me to tell her stories about snow. Stories about when I played in the snow when I was a little girl as well as make-believe stories about Anna playing in the snow. She would get so excited at the thought of this. So it broke my heart a little every time I sketched out the details of how one day we would look out the window and I'd say, "Anna!! It's snowing!!" and we'd make a mad dash for the front door because it's been so long since we've had a good snow here in Georgia and I was beginning to think maybe it wouldn't even snow a little bit this year. But today, as we were playing on the couch, I heard the sounds of out-of-control kids on a schoolbus outside and I pulled back the curtain to see...snow! It felt just as good as I'd imagined it, that moment of exclaiming, "Anna! It's snowing!!" I was a little afraid that it would only last a minute and that by the time we got bundled up it would be over. But after throwing on a jacket (a very light jacket) and a hat, and having a quick talk about how even though we'd always imagined that we'd wear boots in the snow, one pair was too small and the other too big the black shoes would have to do, we ran outside, leaving poor Eli on the floor.
It was classic. Neighbors began appearing on their porches; small children came out obviously bundled in a hurry in their mothers' scarves. There was a little bit of standing still to catch snowflakes and a lot of running about, not knowing quite how to best enjoy it. The snow got heavier and the flakes got bigger. We made multiple trips back and forth for various cameras and camera batteries. And hats. I noted maybe four hat changes over the course of 30 minutes. Most of this was due to my not having a hat that fits Anna (oops) and therefore having to put my own hats on her, none of which stayed on very well. But I think maybe she takes after her mom a little and sometimes can't decide which winter hat is more fun to wear.
And poor Eli. When he wasn't being left on the living room floor, he was being hurriedly dressed in bulky winter garments. He looked stunned the entire time we were outside. His poor pajama-clad legs were probably freezing. I just liked seeing his teeny hands in a pair of red mittens. He was happy to finally watch from inside.
After a while, Anna wanted to come inside. We inivited some neighbors in and Anna immediately took off her skirt and tights. Wha...? When asked about this, she replied, "Me warm my feet by the fire." We didn't have a fire, though. I suppose that must have been part of the story we'd made up about playing in the snow. And it also included hot chocolate of course. So not too much later, she was snug in front of a fire, rocking in her bear chair with a cup of hot chocolate and marshmallows in hand.
I think the snow experience may have acutally lived up to her expectations.
With the exception of the part where I gave her a sharp warning about the dangers of fire and she began to sob.
The rest of the evening was cozy and I couldn't have been more grateful that I got to enjoy snow with a three year old. As I went through the regular tasks of making dinner, changing Eli, etc., it was pleasing to see little reminders of the snowy day: wet shoes on the floor, mittens and scarves strewn about, and various winter accessories spilling out of the hallway dresser drawer.
And now it's time to pick up all the things that were left on the rug by the fire. A hot chocolate mug, a skirt, a pair of stockings full of building blocks..."I'm Santa Claus," Anna had explained to me earlier as she dropped in block after block.
What a wonderful day.






