In a few months, the kind of excitement I felt today when looking out the window and seeing those lithe little flakes dancing in the air will dull to a mundane kind of “oh. More snow.”
But this, our first snow, awakens that little bit of a little kid inside me that got so thrilled at the first sign of a changing season, the prospect of snowmen, ice skating, and steaming mugs of cocoa. The coziness of a heavy blanket keeping me warm while I paged through the latest book to capture my imagination.
And so I celebrated those snowflakes. With a steaming mug of cocoa after supper.