I want to pause, savor and remember everything about the snow that fell on our island. We bundled in the wind, the bitter blowing snow to sled and giggle and cry when our fingers froze and pout when it wasn’t our turn and laugh when it was and love every minute of the hot chocolate once we were inside. Sledding was so much fun, the girls couldn’t see the tall grass, summer’s gone blackberry vines and occasional rocks peeking up through light snow.
And in the middle of a snowy field where we should have built a snowman but were too busy sledding, I noticed the ever changing smile of my first born. New teeth, baby teeth and I love it.
Olive just kept saying, Mama it’s snowy out! She couldn’t believe that snow came to our tiny island and I don’t believe I’d ever tire of hearing her say that in all her enthusiastic cuteness.
Yup. She was pretty darn cute in the snow.
Especially when she kept telling the same joke,
Mama, where’d my boots go?