When my kids were small a snow day was a time to bundle them up in their new boots and mittens and scarves and venture out together to have some fun. In those days the time it took to dress them was inversely proportionate to the time we spent outside.
As the kids grew older they spent more time with their friends building forts and snowmen and sledding down the one small hill in our front yard. That gave me some precious time to spend with a new book or cross-stitch project. I looked forward to the hot chocolate and graham crackers we shared on their return to the house to get warm.
In a few short years I had teenagers in my house and they slept…and slept…and slept. I know I annoyed them with my pleas to wake up and help the neighbors with shoveling or child care.
Later, I looked forward to a big snow with a few days off in a row. Usually by the second day I could get into school to catch up on some paperwork.
Today, I’m just sitting here watching the snow fall, observing the patterns of the birds at the feeder, and reveling in the beauty of nature. Hmmm…I think it’s time for some hot chocolate and graham crackers.