Yesterday was a snow day around here; we got 5 inches over the course of the morning and afternoon. It was a good kind of snow – gentle and steady, piling up on our decks and roofs and limbs of trees like powdered sugar.
It was enough snow that the kids had off school but my husband was able to drive to work with no issues; when he left before dawn it wasn’t snowing yet. Same with getting home at the end of the day - the later commuters must have stayed home with the kids so by afternoon, the roads were just wet and he cruised home a half an hour quicker than normal.
I cleaned and baked cookies while the kids played with their friends outside. They did some sledding and snowball fighting, and made their way indoors to warm living rooms and hot chocolate when their noses and fingers got cold. I admit that maybe my snow day was more peaceful than others, because my kids were out of the house all day. Other moms dried their wet things so they could be shooed out again into the snow.
They came home to cookies and warm baths; my son’s clothes were covered in mud and I asked no questions but threw his clothes in the wash. It only mattered that he was out there, enjoying a day off with built in entertainment that fell from the sky in the form of thousands of snowflakes.
We said no to our evening activities, scared off by the threat of icy roads caused by rapidly plummeting temperatures and encouraged by the coziness of our home. We ate dinner and played video games and watched TV and made Christmas cards instead. We went to bed a little earlier than usual, ready to tuck this day in and move onto the next.
We all needed a snow day.
|Not my snow day. I failed to take pictures yesterday. I KNOW.|
But isn't it pretty?