The magic of snow

Yesterday it started snowing in the afternoon. The first snow of the season.  Not long after the magical flakes started falling, it was time to pick Joseph up from school. Abigail was awed. She looked around with questioning eyes, but a hint of a smile as if she knew it was a good thing. I told her "snow" and she thought I was saying "nose" and kept pointing to hers, then mine. 

When I arrived at the elementary school, I found Joseph's kindergarten class running wild on the enclosed blacktop area they use for short recesses.  His teacher had brought them all out to play in the first snow.  Now that is a good kindergarten teacher, in my book. There was electricity in the air, and more children than I can count with their faces upturned and their tongues sticking out--trying to catch a snowflake.  I found Joseph--the green pom pom bouncing atop his hat --as he played chase. His cheeks were red and shiny from melted snow, his eyes were bright as he told me, "It's snowing!" 

We headed home where he insisted on pulling out boots, snowpants, and a sled. He plopped right down in the grass that had a dusting of snow and made a snow angel, and miraculously, he and his dad were able to gather enough snow (from yards up and down the street?) to make a snowman.

For his bedtime song, I chose"Once there was a snowman." I love that Joseph still hops out of bed to do the actions as I sing.  Stay sweet and young forever, my little man.

January 9, 2012