Last night something wonderful happened that reduced us to 12-year-old versions of ourselves: snow. What is it about snow that makes us so happy? I am no less excited at the prospect of the fluffy white stuff at age 26 than I was in elementary school, waking up in the middle of the night when snow was in the forecast, and peeking through the blinds to see if maybe, just maybe, school would be canceled.
This particular snow was even more thrilling because it brought with it thunder snow. Thunder snow has been on Andrew’s bucket list of “cool types of weather to experience,” (really, how long is that list? I think it ends with thunder snow, as I feel confident he doesn’t want to witness a tornado…) and when we heard it last night, he was GIDDY. Jumping up and down. Spinning me in circles. Fist pumping. “YES!! THUNDER SNOW!! YESS!!” I couldn’t help feeling so happy for the guy.
Giving a nod to our 12-year-old selves, we played outside… way past our bedtime. We had a snow fight. We threw snowballs on the roof and tried to make them roll back down. We even made a snowman. In our awesome neighbors’ driveway…
Hi! Sorry you live next to two kids with no parental supervision… 😉
When we woke up this morning, the melting process had already begun, but everything still looked beautiful.
Our humble abode. In desperate need of a wreath and a pair of hedge clippers.
(Please note the roof over the garage- you can see the impact of last night’s snowball game :))
Until next time, snow!