You can still see the tops of grass above the snow, but no matter... it's a true snow day here in the Greater Wilmore Metro Area. Spent the morning watching the boys sledding down an impossibly small hill, and whipping snowballs at their torsos (as snowballs in face result in much wailing and gnashing of teeth).
Aimee took Eli out, and after about 5.4 seconds and falling down twice, he said, "No way mom. And he headed back inside."
Is there any better feeling as a kid then getting a snow day? I mean, the premise is ludicrous, really. They shut down school with the idea that it's not safe to travel, and kids end up spending the whole day outside. As a kid, its like you fooled somebody into giving you a fun day off. What's better?
After a morning in the snow, right now the boys are eating donuts, drinking hot chocolate, and watching Star Wars (for the first time) down at the Layer's, and I'm blogging, thinking about great snow day memories. The best?
Well, if you grew up in the eastern half of the US and were in elementary school in 1978, you will never forget the blizzard that hit that year. We got two feet of snow in Charleston, which was like going to Disneyworld. My parents lived in a ranch style house, so at the landlord's suggestion, they shoveled off the roof. Jason, Kirk, and I built a snow forts in the backyard, and pelted my mom and dad with snowballs while they worked to make sure the roof didn't cave in. Those were the best snow forts, ever, and you'd be surprised how good my mom's arm was back in the day (and Dad was just brutal... he could whip a serious snowball)! Then I think we went sledding for three straight days at Beth Powelson's house (where her mom had a never-ending supply of hot chocolate and grub at the ready). That was the time I sledded down the hill, across the riverbank, and then almost plunged into the Elk River (you don't know what a feat that was!!!). After that, parents stood at the bottom of the hill so we wouldn't get swept away downstream.
This morning, Aimee started the day making pancakes and bacon to celebrate Groundhog Day. Then the boys played video games until their friends (who are from the South) bugged them to come outside ("Dad, we can still see the grass. What's the big deal?"), and as I stood at the top of the "hill" (funny how we live in Kentucky, and yet the hill we sled down in flat-as-a-board Ohio is bigger) whipping snowballs at a bunch of kids trying to take it from the evil Lord Buchoo, it hit me.
Someday my kids will look back on this day..... and smile.
"Remember that day we pelted Dad with snowballs, and Xavier almost sledded into the creek?"
Snow is a gift from God. Don't let anyone tell you anything different.