I am thankful for the snow that fell today.
Having lived in Hawaii for almost 7 years, I became accustomed to the mild climate. There were a few times we lived there and wished for the smell of Autumn, the crunch of dry leaves underfoot or snow on Christmas day, but for the most part, I LOVE the weather there.
Since our return to the mainland, once the temperature hits 54 degrees, I have to sleep with socks on and if the temperature drops below 30 degrees, it takes me a few days to thaw out and get rid of the constant chill. I am also a very defensive driver, and wet weather is not good for my nerves (or the other people driving by me). Hence, I only love the snow on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, but today was different.
I saw it through my amazing Baby Boone's eyes. After putting his warm winter coat on, we went outside and I let him feel the white stuff on his face. He got so overwhelmingly excited that I was afraid he would wriggle right out of my arms. He was waving his hands in the air and shaking his head and jibber-jabbering as if to say thank you to the snow for providing a new form of entertainment for him. It was precious!
Am I the only one that sleeps better when it snows or rains? Last night I slept like a log. That's another reason I was grateful for the icy precipitation.