[So as not to confuse anyone - this is an old post - anna has moved on to north carolina in search of love and i am home...on my own...]
broke the quiet of the house this morning...followed by the sound of feet bounding down the 100+ year old pine stairs.....
in her loudest Hurricane Hippo Holler voice.
She hasn’t been up this early on a school day since the last official snow day.
It is amazing what a text message from a good friend early on a snowy morning will do.
We got somewhere around 10 inches of snow last night. A beautiful, pristine, white blanket covering and she has a snow day – a day off of school – a clean slate of a day.....a day where your imagination is your only boundary.
Bread bags slipped on over socks before shoving your feet into old, sometimes too small, boots - boots that smelled like.....boots! Digging out of the winter basket anything to keep you warm (which at times were Pop’s socks as mittens), bundling up and heading out!
Sledding down the side of the big ditch in the field across the street - sliding along the thick ice that covered the swamp – trying to avoid the muskrat huts and assorted cattails - making snow forts and then having fights with the boys next door and creating endless snow angels.
Coming in only when called for lunch, a lunch that was always paired with piping hot HOMEMADE hot cocoa - then back outside for more!!
Ending the day with debundling at the front door – boots turned upside down over heat registers and Mom yelling “You guys have SNOW everywhere!”
So my daughter, enjoy, enjoy, enjoy, because as I have learned, these days pass way too fast – soon you will be working and will never again hear someone say.....
“Stay home – it's a SNOW DAY!”
to your dismay