I woke up this morning to thoughts of snow angels and snowball fights. Sledding and snowman building. All the same things I've thought about since I was a young kid and woke up to find the first big snowfall of the year. There is something magical for me about pulling back the bedrooom curtain and peeking out to see nothing but a clean blanket of fluffy white snow.
Growing up we always had a toboggan that my dad would meticulously wax the bottom of to make sure it was slick and speedy. He used to get as many of us siblings (there are 7 of us) onto that sled and send us down some pretty big hills for hours on end. We'd hollar in terror and delight all the way down. Then my dad would wrangle all of us together and put that huge toboggan on his back and somehow get us and it all the way back up the hill again to do it all over again. We usually cried uncle before he did. Good times.
So the snow...... I know it is difficult to drive in and slows life down for a while.....but I still find it one of life's beautiful gifts. I live in a very old neighborhood with ginormous trees lining both sides of the street and when it snows big it creates a winter white canopy over the streets. It can be so breath-taking if you look up at it. I think I'll walk to work today just so I can enjoy the crisp whiteness of it all before it gets all mucked up. Happy snowy tuesday to you all.


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