This was the scene outside my house earlier this morning. Not too early, because when I checked at 6:15, we discovered that it was our first SNOW DAY of the year, so we all went back to bed. Well, almost all. My husband fired up the snow blower and cleared the driveway. I crawled back into the warm covers and quietly celebrated not having to wake everyone for the morning rush.
Of course, my boys had the entire week off of school last week, for Thanksgiving Break, so we've had a lot of togetherness. My parents and brother joined us from warmer climates, and I'm quite sure they're so happy to have left before the snowstorm hit. My boys, however, are beside themselves with excitement to have yet another day to themselves. The boots are on, the sleds are out, and I'll be making hot chocolate with marshmallows within the hour.
This is one of the things I like about living in the midwest: up in the northern parts, we almost always get a white Christmas. Skiing and sledding and sitting by the fire watching the snow come down are all a lovely part of our winter. And it has begun.
Welcome, winter. You're a beautiful friend, you just tend to overstay your welcome.