Yesterday started out harmless enough, just a few snowflakes during breakfast. I told Mr. 4 yr old to come take a look and he ran toward the window yelling "Snow? That was my Christmas wish!" He was ecstatic.
He loves the snow, and has been wishing for it for months, no, YEARS now. He threw on his jacket and shoes and ran out the door to try to catch a few on his tongue. Since we've lived here for several years and know how things usually go around here, he knew he had to hurry or he'd miss it. Or so we thought...
A few hours later, we were driving home from the store in this:
And when we got home, we found even more of this:
Causing the backyard (the view from the door, I'm not real fond of the snow... have I mentioned that?) to look like this:
School was even was cancelled in the valley. A snow day? What?
(Picture stolen from the talented Marylin. Isn't it beautiful?)
I really don't think it could get any more Christmasy around here.
This morning, after the UPS man dropped off the packages from Grandma, the kids were certain those were Santa's footprints in the snow....
And our gingerbread house (Thanks Tracy and Nick!) bore a strong resemblance to our real house, minus the candy on the roof, of course....
A white Christmas? As much as I hate that white stuff, I have to admit its kinda beautiful.
Especially if its just for a day or two. But most especially because after all that wishing over the last few years, my little Idahoan at heart finally got his Christmas wish.
