I remember when I was really young, there was a blizzard of 1977 or 1978 that just about brought the world to an end. My older brother David was home from school for what seemed like weeks because everything was shut down. Everyday he and I would go outside to play in huge amounts of snow and our tunnels and snow forts were off the charts.
It makes me sad sometimes that my kids won't know this while growing up in the south. They'll never have memories of Trick-or-Treating with winter coats on, having to flash their costumes to people who ask what they're wearing. They'll never know what Valentine's Day with a foot and a half of snow feels like.
I was reminded of this just now when we had a little bit of snow flurries. The kids had been hoping for snow all day since hearing the news reports. It was hard to pull their little noses away from the window.
Sure enough, as tiny specks of white began to float from the sky, all four of them screamed and ran outside without their coats. They shot through the yard and tried to catch each flake as they fell. It wasn't long before they decided that it was "really cold" outside, so they ran back in for some hot chocolate.
It's strange to be an Ohio girl raising Carolina kids but I'll do my best to raise them well. They're already on a school delay for tomorrow so if there's anything on the ground in the morning, we'll see what fun we can get into.
It's sad to say that we'll probably never get enough snow to make a cool fort or snow tunnel, but to see their excitement tonight with just a few flurries...you'd never know the difference.
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