First snow magic
There is something magical about snow, especially the first snow. Leaving the Y this evening, I noticed a small flurry of snowflakes blowing past the lights and pointed it out to the children. They jumped, screamed and ran around attempting to catch them.

In less than a minute, the children all huddled in the Y waiting for their parents had poured out onto the grass staring at the lights to catch a glimpse of the snowflakes.
It's snowing! It's snowing!
They all exclaimed.

I finally packed the children into the car, as they leaned out the doors to catch one last flake before heading home. In the car, they described the tight, cold feeling of the skin on their cheeks and how red their hands were. They wondered at why the cold winter air made tears come to their eyes and laughed as they shivered waiting for the car to warm up.

Finally home, they told their father what to them was the most exciting thing to happen since...well...since last year's first snow.

And he grumbled. My husband, being Australian, has never quite seen the magic of snow the way a child does. They don't quite understand his animosity to snow, but it doesn't bother them too much.

They know mom is usually good for a couple of snow days and hot beverages on cold winter afternoons.