Today marks the first snowfall of the season. Hooray! The first snow always brings so much excitement. Snow is one of the reasons we moved Up North. We love snow. Seriously. Bring it on! The more the better. We figure, if we’re going to live somewhere cold in the winter, we might as well have a lot of snow to play in.
So imagine our excitement to wake up this morning to a little dusting of snow. The boys were running laps around the house, and singing a song about of how we were “SO going skiing after school!” While I admired the enthusiasm, I told them we would have to wait and see how much snow accumulated during the day (if any.) They did, after all, watch Hubby rotate the winter gear in the garage. Now their skis and boots are neatly lined up along the wall. Calling them. Taunting them.
Then our carpool friends arrived, and the exhuberance factor amped up to a whole ‘nother level. If you have ever driven in a van with 6 jacked-up kids, you know what I mean. If you haven’t…well, it’s a lot like that scene in Alvin and the Chipmunks where Uncle Ian gives the chipmunks double-espresso-chocolate-lattes. Except less caffeine with an enclosed space.
On the way to school, my sweet little pixie neighbor-girl said the funniest prayer, in her speedy and high-pitched voice: “Dear-God, Please-let-it-snow-a-whole-whole-bunch-today-so-that-we-can-have-a-snow-day. Thanks. Because-Jesus-made-me-pray-Amen!” That little girl is the sweetest thing. She cracks me up daily. “Because Jesus made me pray” instead of “In Jesus name we pray.”
I tell ya what, if I ever had a daughter, I would want her to be like that little cutie.
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