Winter Thoughts
The first snowfall of the year always makes me feel like a kid again. I want to pull on layers of warm clothes and grab the old metal disc with the handles, and head for the nearest hill. Then, when I had kids, I'd bundle them up and watch them take off like a rocket out the door, plastic toboggan in a roll, to the hills that the snowplow had made up our driveways. It never got old, year after year, watching first the eldest, and now the youngest, looking up at the kitchen window with that big cheese eating grin, pointing to a freshly made snow angel on the ground.
The youngest is now ten, and informed me this morning, that snow is no longer fun, and why would she need snow pants to go out and "play"? The sad part, is that I will never see that cheesy grin, or hear a snowball hit the window I am watching out of, or make a cup of hot cocoa with mini marshmallows for a pink cheeked little one. Except....me. So....as I pull on my winter garb, and head out to that hill behind our apartment building on the way to bring my beloved his lunch, I am going to make a huge snow angel, and come packing the biggest snowball I can carry to lob at the man I love. Then I am going to run my fool ass off toward home, and a mug of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows AND a cheese eating grin.
The youngest is now ten, and informed me this morning, that snow is no longer fun, and why would she need snow pants to go out and "play"? The sad part, is that I will never see that cheesy grin, or hear a snowball hit the window I am watching out of, or make a cup of hot cocoa with mini marshmallows for a pink cheeked little one. Except....me. So....as I pull on my winter garb, and head out to that hill behind our apartment building on the way to bring my beloved his lunch, I am going to make a huge snow angel, and come packing the biggest snowball I can carry to lob at the man I love. Then I am going to run my fool ass off toward home, and a mug of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows AND a cheese eating grin.