It has been such an unusually warm winter. In many ways it has been a blessing to have less snow to shovel and to be able to go out without bundling up but part of me has missed the snow. This morning I woke up to a sparkly, white world. Even the branches of the trees had a thick layer covering them. My children were exited about the possibilities that come with such a day.
By afternoon the sun was bright and the snow was melting. We took advantage of the warmth and spent a few hours making snow angels, snow forts and stomping our feet in the slushy streets. There is something so satisfying about stomping on slushy snow and watching it fly in all directions. Watching my children's faces as they discovered this simple joy was even more satisfactory. We ended our snowy day with large mugs of coco. I am always amazed at how some of the most spontaneous, unsophisticated moments become the best memories.