Snow

Snow, snow, snow!

I turn six again every time the first snow falls. Excitement beats at my chest and a giddy little laugh breaks free because the wonder and purity never gets old for me. I watch the beautiful floating ice crystals as they fall and hope, deliciously hope, that they will stick and transform our yard to resemble those winter wonderland postcards.

I watch and watch and watch. I probably wouldn't be like this if our winters were immured in this frozen landscape for month, but we get it only periodically, so it is always fresh and exhilarating.

So we sit with the avid hope that school is cancelled so we can revel in it while it is here. We know that our time with our winter goddess is fleeting. Rustling into our snow gear that has been waiting so very patiently from last year, bundling up tightly against her cool embrace and hustle out to play. Gloriously play. Because that is the beauty of snow, no matter your age.