Until now. Until today. We woke this morning to the first snowfall of the season.
Today, you might say I love the snow like I'd love .... glittery coffee making cats. Because in the small hours of this morning, one by one my littles came to life, and each time I watched them rub their eyes adjust to the light outside their windows, then watched those little eyes grow big and bright and heard them sigh "oooohhhhhhh! Snooooooow!" Or in Anderson's case, "MOMMY! It no-ing! It no-ing!" Oh, the innocent excitement of littles, who don't think of shoveling or botched travel plans or seasonal affective disorder, but just embrace the magic of fluffy white puffs swirling down from the sky, of Santa and sleds and making a snowman when "daddy get home way-ter?" It all made me a believer in the snow.