This morning, they celebrated the first frost of the season. They hadn't even been awake for more than a few minutes before they started excitedly discussing the frozen ground.
"Do you see it Mom? What is it? It's all white outside! Is that frozen? It looks icy! This means it will snow soon! It's coming! I can't wait! The snow! Daddy, do you think it's going to snow tonight? The ground is just getting ready so it can pile up and up and up!"
It wasn't enough to discuss the frost from behind a frosted window. No, they knew they had to get out there and experience it first hand. While I normally have to nag to get them ready for their morning school drop off, they were putting on coats and shoes without any reminders from me. They ran around our front yard over the frost giggling and yelling.
"We found ice! There's ice! It's hard! And the frozen ground is everywhere! Can you see it Mom? The snow is coming!"
I watched them from behind the glass of the front door, laughing over their excitement. I turned as Chris was coming downstairs.
"Apparently frost is cause for celebration." I told him, gesturing to our crazy children with their red button noses playing with frozen grass.
We both laughed and watched them for a minute. My children's joy elevated my mood and made me stop for a moment to appreciate something so ordinary, that I probably would have never even given a second thought. The wonders of the first frost.
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