… well, there’s snow, but we’re here at work.
If you haven’t already, you might want to take a look at our Kima Bay Construction Cam, as the sweep of the area shows some lovely precip. (I refuse to call it “the white stuff.”)
Last night at home, when I realized it was snowing, I turned on the outside spotlight off the side of our house and opened some of the bedroom shades. James was brushing his teeth and I looked forward to him walking into the dark room and seeing the brilliant snowstorm outside.
The flakes were big and heavy, falling with true purpose.
After a classic second-take, James gasped.
Mom! What’s going on? Is that … dust?
Good heavens. It’s not like James has never witnessed snow in his eight years. Nor has he seen that much dust around home.
Wait. Is that rain?
When I reminded him it was winter, it suddenly made sense…the lightbulb went off over his head and my youngest was enthralled.
Moments later, he waxed poetic.
Mom, doesn’t it look like feathers falling?
I smiled inwardly, happy his imagination was still awake.
…hundreds of feathers! From a big, dead bird.
“…or maybe the angels are having a pillow fight up in heaven,” I offered.
A pillow fight? Cool. I’ve never had a pillow fight. Can we have a pillow fight?
You’d think I’d learn, he being our third child and all.
School was not delayed this morning, and all bundled up, the county’s children headed off to class. Today is Day 100 in our school system, so the grade schoolers won’t want to miss their celebratory triple-digit sessions.
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