It feels funny that I am so excited by this first snow fall. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, or anticipating it. Not that I have anything against it’s white beauty. But I mean, I am grown up now. The kids have been eagerly anticipating it, hoping for it, wondering if it would ever really happen. But snow is fun for kids and generally work for adults, that’s all. Well, I tell you, I am home while Niya is napping and while I knew there was “wintery mix” in the forecast, I didn’t expect much to come of it. Lo and behold I look out the window and see full fledged snow! I feel all happy inside too. It is strange. I didn’t think I would feel this way. The kids are undoubtedly celebrating at school too. The flakes are fat and dry. They are pouring down by the billions. It is the first snow of the year and it isn’t a disappointment. My house is warm and somewhat dim. I feel like celebrating. But how? “We need more sleds” is what the children will say. I wonder how long it will stay. Hopefully long enough for them to play.