Two nights ago, I see a Facebook post from the weather guys I follow that says we’re supposed to get 2 inches of snow. I groan. IT’S APRIL. I’M DONE WITH SNOW. But the snow will come all the same. Overnight I forget about the forecast, so when I walk out into the hallway to wake my son up for school, I am surprised by the blanket of soft, sparkly white covering my lawn.
My 4.5 year old daughter comes bursting out of her room and bounding down the hallway, as I’m tickling my son awake in his room (our morning routine…his choice!). “Mommy!!! I have to show you something!! I’m ‘snow exciting!’ (yes, she actually said ‘snow’ instead of ‘so.’ I didn’t actually catch it, but she told me later. She also sometimes says ‘exciting’ instead of ‘excited,’ but she is starting to get it).” She takes my hand in her small little one and walks me into her room, tears open her blinds, and says, “Look!! Snow!! There’s enough to play in!!!”
And she was right. There was just enough to make some snowballs and such. Problem was that we had plans to be at a friend’s house pretty early in the morning. And I knew that the snow would all be gone by the afternoon.
We got along with our morning routine, and I continued to see my daughter’s elation over last night’s snow. I started to think. This is (hopefully) the last snow of the season. We can be a little late to our friend’s. Let’s make this a moment. So we got our boots and gloves on and went out in the yard to throw snow balls. Her smile at the idea made it all worth it.
As I crunched into the yard and picked up my first pile of snow, I could immediately tell this was PERFECT snowman snow. I hand the snowball to my daughter, and she brings it back to me, “Special delivery!” then throws it at my tummy with a big smile on her face. Then I tell her that we can make a snowman, and she begins to bounce up and down. “We can get a carrot!! And sticks! And buttons!!”
Because this was such awesome snow, she was able to actually make the head and the body all by herself. It was the kind of snow that rolled right off the snow, like rolling up a carpet. So awesome. We could have rolled up the whole yard if we wanted. But we decided to go with one as tall as she was. We had the best time putting it all together. Sticking that carrot in. Getting those eyes in the just right place. Making sure he had arms. And of course a picture because who knew what we were going to come home to.
And sure enough, a few hours later, not one spec of snow left in our entire neighborhood….except our snowman. A lot shorter. A little worse for wear. But still there!
I’m so glad we took the time to make that memorable moment. In the end, who cares if we were a half hour late to our friends. But that 30 minutes of playing in the snow together was priceless.