Our first snowfall was well over a month ago. We got dumped on in December and have hardly seen any snow in January. I’m not complaining one bit. Snow is not exactly my favorite.
But somehow, when those first flurries begin to appear at the beginning of each winter, the boys’ pure excitement sucks me right in with them. Maybe even for a full day. And then when I remember how it takes a half hour to get everyone bundled up in snow gear, they only last a short while outside, and then all of the snow-packed articles of clothing are tracked back into the house leaving sopping puddles in each room, I’m over it.
Still, there is something magical about the first snowfall.