You dream of snow. At barely sunrise, Esther you ran into our room.. " It SNOWED!!! My dream came true! This is the best day of my life!"
Before 8am, you were already all dressed and outside. It sadly was not the fluffy, lovely, snowball kind of snow. It was the yucky cold, frozen snow that melts into slush and is gone by lunch time,
Yet we rejoiced discovering frozen ice in a bird bath, icicles decorating climbing frames & leaves. The heavy plop of snow rolling, melting from sun basking roof tops.
Before long, your noses & fingers could bare it no more, and your faces lit up as you ran to the door, searching for the solstice of warm bursting through floor air vents and mama's sweet hot cocoa.