It snowed last night, and for this West Coast girl, it certainly brings out the child in me. Don’t get me wrong; as long as I don’t need to drive anywhere, I love it—snow angels and all. For those of you living in subzero temperatures, you must be exhausted seeing all that fluffy white snow now turned into brown sludge. Am I right? We don’t experience snow very often in Vancouver, so when it does fall, it’s beautiful to see the entire city covered in a white blanket.
The cold and white outside turn a snow day into a mini holiday for me—a chance to play hooky and an excuse to catch up on paperwork I’ve been procrastinating. I love that I can sit at my kitchen table, aka my office, and make progress on this and that, checking off one more thing on my to-do list. Of course, there’s always the option to make another cup of coffee, perhaps this time with Baileys? I promise, I only had one—lol!
When my boys were younger, a snow day meant spending the day outdoors. Oh my gosh! I bundled them up countless times in snow gear, ensuring only their sweet little faces were exposed. Watching from my window as they played in the snow, building funny snowmen, was so much fun. There would be a gentle knock on the door, “Mom, do you have a carrot?” Adorable!
Inevitably, I’d find myself outside, wielding a snow shovel in hand, and more often than not, I’d be the one doing the shovelling! Yet, every snow day concluded with the three of us back indoors, savouring the warmth of hot chocolate – a cherished tradition.
A snow day was more than just a break; it was an opportunity to play, or simply appreciate how pretty it was. Reflecting on those times of building snowmen and sharing hot chocolate with my boys, I can’t help but miss those heartwarming days.