The Magic of Snow
On Thanksgiving night, when most of the family had already left Grandma Debbie’s house, it started to snow. Little white flurries filled the sky. Grace was ecstatic! “Grandma, it’s snowing!” Then she’d run to another person, “Isabelle, did you see it’s snowing?! It’s’ snowing!” She ran around the house and jumped up and down for joy. “Mom, can I go outside?” she begged. After receiving a hesitant yes, she pulled her boots up over her pjs and stepped outside onto the front porch steps. There she leaned her head back and opened her mouth wide to see if any snowflakes would fall on her tongue.
Honestly, it was a magical, joyful moment. Her pure childlike excitement for something so simple brought a smile to my face, and I watched her with gratitude in my heart that I could be reminded of such simple pleasures that surround me constantly.
As we ambled upstairs to bed that night, Grace turned to me and said, “Tomorrow there will be so much snow for me to play in.” I turned to her, doubtful, “Baby, it probably wont stick,” knowing from years of experience living in Utah myself that just because it snows on one day doesn’t mean the next day the snow will still be there. But once again I was humbled.
“The world is covered in white,” Maddy declared the next morning as she looked out the window to the snow-covered world. They both jumped up and down and begged me to go outside. “It’s only 7:30 in the morning!” I protested. “Let’s wait until Daddy wakes up.” That probably wasn’t the best thing to say because the next moment the girls ran upstairs to where Daddy had been peacefully sleeping and excitedly rocked him awake. Soon we were all dressed with our warmest coats, gloves, and beanies. I held Harper in my arms as Grace and Maddy rushed to the backyard to find the deepest snow they could. They gathered it in their hands and proceeded to make snow balls to throw gently at each other.
Magical is the only word I can think to describe this experience. For a Southern California family who hardly ever experience snow, it was a mighty blessing that it snowed on Thanksgiving. Looking at the weather reports, we knew it would be cold, but we had no idea that it would actually snow on us. I am so grateful for this tender mercy sent from heaven that truly created a core memory for me and my kids.
