The first Christmas Snowfall on this, the first day of December.
How magical.
How fitting.
And how grateful we really are that it wasn't enough to stick...or shovel...or scrape off our windshield.
Yes folks, the "best" is yet to come.
The snow does make things magical, though. For me as well as the kids.
They always ask me when Christmas is coming, and my response, in good faith, is "Christmas doesn't come until it snows." And this year and last, the first snowfall has been on my side to wait until right after Thanksgiving. Then the boys bounce around with "Christmas is coming! Christmas is here!" And I do bless the snowfalling skies and the chill that it brings.
Sure, there are days I'm afraid my nostrils will get frozen together and the biting wind zaps my breath away, but I'm warmed up again when I see the Christmas lights reflecting in my children's eyes, their joyful giggles accompanying every jingle bell.
This morning, Addison greeted the fresh falling snow with "Hi Frosty! Hi Frosty!"
I patiently await his discovery that Frosty doesn't just appear...he has to be made!
This morning, Carter watched the flakes falling with matched excitement, and decided to tell Addison about the "snow machine" that makes all the flakes fall. Then he was interrupted when a big flake landed on the window where they were standing, and they both stopped to admire its beauty.
Carter secretly made Addison's bed this morning, then ran in to tell us:
"WOW! Come see what Santa did!"
As we drove around admiring Christmas lights today, I loved the chorus coming from Carter and Addison at every house:
Carter: 'Wow! There's More!" "More" "More" "More"
Addison: "That's so Beautiful! Beautiful! Beauitful!"
which really comes out "Fooful! Fooful Fooful!"
...and this is all the magic in just one day. I hope the entire season continues this magical pattern at my house, and at yours.