First Snow

I woke up this morning to the sounds of the boys and Chris yelling at the sight outside.

"Mom, did you look outside? Did you see it? Did you?" Aidan yelled.

The boys ran downstairs to plant their noses against our windows in awe. I slowly got out of bed and joined them at the windows.

It had snowed last night while we slept. We had at least two inches of snow gracing our yard. We shared exclamations and shouts of glee until Brennan turned to me, grabbed my legs to hug me and said with joy, "It's Christmas, Momma! Christmas!"

Aidan set off for school and I managed to hold off the two younger ones from outside play until the ripe ol' hour of 8:30 a.m. Then we dug for boots, gloves, snow pants and hats to race outside and roll in some fluffy white stuff.

Brennan was euphoric. He set to work, making snow angels and snow piles. He covered every inch of himself in snow. Griffin was cold. He reminded me repeatedly that he was cold. But he still managed to dig and shovel up lots of snow. His mood immediately perked up when Brennan explained that once we went inside they would get hot chocolate and marshmallows.

I finally had to force them inside when Griffin's face looked frozen. Brennan was reluctant to go in, certain that it would all melt away the moment he left. I promised we would have more than enough snow this season. Isn't that why we live in Buffalo?