"Bye, honey!" I yelled back.
Suddenly, I heard Hayley's voice squealing from our doorstep, "Look, it's snoowwing!" Followed by more squealing.
I ran to the front door and found Allison and Hayley embracing and jumping up and down while screaming, "It's snowing! It's snowing! It's snowing!" In a moment Ben was beside them jumping too and Clara even managed to crawl right out the front door into the snow. All hollering and celebrating. It was like a scene right out of last night's American Idol.
Clara has never seen snow. Ben has never seen snow, except on Christmas movies. Even Allison, my eleven year old, has only one recollection of a snow big enough to make snowballs out of.
Eventually Allison and Hayley headed off to church and Ben begged me for the next hour to go outside and play. "After dinner." I kept saying, because I couldn't leave the stove. Finally, dinner was eaten and Brandon and Ben threw on coats and gloves and ran out into the dark. Even Clara crawled right out onto the back deck after them, and I had to chase her down to put her coat on. There she sat on the soggy ground in her knit pants. Bewildered...but perfectly content to watch the snow and her brothers.
It was a magical moment, etched in my heart by the rarity of it. Snow. And even more amazing...my children all celebrating and playing together when it's not even Christmas. That brings us up to like, twice a year. Glory!
Tomorrow, school will probably be canceled. And if it's not, we'll go in late. Because there is snow to play in, and who knows when we will
It turns out pictures taken through falling snow don't turn out well. I never knew. The photos are blurry but I think the joy is still clear.