Well it happened this afternoon. While we were watching a Christmas classic: It's a Wonderful Life, it started snowing. About 1-2 inches have fallen through the evening. Winter is finally here and it's beautiful.
The first snow is always so pretty. Then when the vehicles run over it and the plows push it aside, the dirt appears and it looks like mud. Yes mud that then gets trampled in the house on your clean floors. A constant battle of keeping the floor clean as well as dry so no one slips when they come in. A never ending task for winter and that's when the snow just isn't pretty anymore.
But the best part of winter is building that first snowman with hopes that he will last all winter. Snowball fights and clean air with a crispness to it. But my favorite thing is remembering the holidays from when I was young. Santa coming, decorating the family tree and being so excited Christmas morning. I guess there really is a kid in all of us. I believe, do you?
