The boys woke as giddy as she and ran down stairs to sit on the sofa and watch the swirling, glorious snow fall. We had a warm breakfast and snuggled a bit...and began the countdown to the magic hour of 9am when I promised we would search out the snowboots, snowsuits, gloves, hats and make our way outside.
It’s was a Snow Day.
I'm all to aware...these days of their childhood will pass by too quickly. I hope to make snow days magical and special and exciting for our kids. I hope to remember to keep things in perspective and not allow the worry of work and life to interfere with the Magic of a Snow Day. I hope that someday, maybe on their child’s first Snow Day, they can look back and say, “Remember when Mom and did that one thing on that one Snow Day? I want to do that with the kids today.”
So after literally 4 hours stright of climbing the backyard hill with the neighbors for that short thrill of sledding down at break neck speed, making snowmen, throwing snowballs, and chasing the dog...I finally forced them inside, at 2pm. They cried. I don't blame them...despite soaked gloves, wet socks, and red cheeks, they didn't want their magical day to end.
Sled riding. Snowman making. Hot chocolate.
Magic, indeed.
1 comment:
I haven't commented in a while because I always seem to say the same thing - but, I have to this time - so dern cute and so special. I love your posts and thoughtfulness. You guys are awesome parents and the kiddos show it!
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