Who else loves the snow?
I'll admit, I'm not a fan of the bitter New England cold, but if there's snow involved, I am 100% ok with red noses and freezing toes. I love the absolute quiet of snow falling by moonlight and I love the first crunchy step into the fresh white blanket when morning arrives. I love the way you can feel it in the air before it begins to fall and the feeling of excitement when you see the big fluffy flakes start spiraling downward. I love coming in, exhilarated, after a long morning of shoveling, snowman building, sledding and snowballs with pink cheeks and snowflakes in my hair. I love snow.
I'm not sure if it's nature or nurture, but it looks like Lucy loves the snow just as much as her mama and her squeals of "again, again" as we pull her sled up the little hill in our backyard echo through the neighborhood. We had so much fun this past weekend sledding as the snow fell and have continued the fun all week. Just today she stood at the window and demanded we go outside to plant pinwheels in the snow. Now our front yard has a dash of summertime whimsy in the midst of a winter wonderland. And I love it.