This morning we woke up to a beautiful blanket of snow on the ground and snowflakes gently drifting from the sky. It was magical and perfect. In our part of Texas we hardly ever see snow, so when we do we make a big deal out of it. I’m sure you Northerners are chuckling a little at our meager show of snow, but for us…it was perfection.
Nobody cancelled school, including our little once a week Classical Conversations school, but I couldn’t bear for the boys to miss out on this snow. So, I called “snow day” and we played in it all morning. It started with a snowball fight early before daddy went to work, followed by hot cocoa to warm us up.
Next, Uncle Chris joined us for sledding on the only hill we have in our neighborhood. Each one of us busted bad and we laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Asher preferred his method of rolling down the hill. When we came home, we warmed up by the fire and then the boys decided to head out one last time to build a snowman.
By noon, all of the snow had melted. I looked out on the bare brown grass and couldn’t help but be grateful. Grateful that I listened to my inner spirit and let the boys skip school. As important as education is to our family, creating this childhood memory meant so much more than I could have ever dreamed of.