I grew up where it didn’t snow, well almost ever. And on that rare occasion when it did, (I’m told it did. I don’t remember) it certainly didn’t stick. We currently live in a climate where on occasion we will get snow. Recently, it snowed enough that we could get out and play in it. This was in fact my daughter’s third foray into the snow and she was just as excited this time as previously. The first two times we just walked around and admired the pretty views. Today she got to play with it.
Before venturing out we had to both get ready. We both put on sunscreen and three layers of clothes to include sunglasses, mittens, and gloves. We then ventured out and attempted to make snowmen. Some of the snow lent itself to the process, but most didn’t. Regardless of our success, she absolutely loved it.
We didn’t stay out too long. I didn’t want her hands to freeze. I kept asking her if her hands were cold. She would reply, “No daddy,” and then scoop up some more snow for the snow men. After a while ‘Daddy’ felt her hands and made the determination to go inside and tell Mommy all about it. Which she did like only a toddler can, enthusiastically and in toddler speak.
I love the fact that she gets to experience some things I rarely ever did growing up. To be able to share them with her is one of the wonders of parenthood. I am so thankful to God for days like these.
“For just as rain and snow fall from heaven and do not return there without saturating the earth and making it germinate and sprout, and providing seed to sow and food to eat,”
Just in case you were wondering. I have remonikered TBT to Toddler Blog Time. 😉