Monday, November 28, 2005

Let it snow

When my little morning person woke me up at 7:15 Sunday morning, I could hear the snow. Not in the way you can hear rain pounding on the roof, but in the way even the tiniest amount of snow absorbs sound and makes everything seem like it’s whispering.

Me: “Noah, go look out the window.”

Noah; “It snowed, Mama! Is it winter now? Can we go to Prince George?”

Three-year-old logic. We’re going to Prince George for Christmas. Christmas is in winter. It snows in winter. Therefore, if it’s snowing, it’s time to be in P.G.

He took it well that the trip isn’t for another three weeks. And since we weren’t getting on the road, he knew what to do.

“Let’s go catch snowflakes on our tongues.”

So there we were, shivering in the cold, raincoats over P.J.s, heads tipped back, catching snowflakes on our tongues.

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