There was some excitement in our house this morning. There was no urging my daughter to get out of bed and get dressed. In fact, everyone in the household was moving through their morning routines with a little pep in their step. Why? Because there were snow flurries!
You see, in Texas, we don't get much snow. In fact, my 12-year-old was quick to remind us that she was in third grade the last time it snowed. Because of some freak in nature, it snowed once every year for the first six years of her life. Now, bless her heart, she expects the white stuff every year. I hesitate to inform her when there is even the possibility of snow in the weather forecast. I don't want her to be disappointed.
Equipped with her heavy coat, boots (worn once last year), mittens, and holiday apparel, my daughter was ready for her school day. One in which she hoped the teacher would let the students out of class to “play” in the snow. I tried to explain to her that with the temperature at 42 degrees, there would be no accumulation.
“Are there windows in your classrooms?” I asked. “This snow will be enjoyed by looking out the window.”
“Not in my first class, but there are windows in the other class periods” she replied.
Oh, no, I thought, the snow will have stopped by then. At 9:00 AM, the beautiful flakes had begun to stop. One hour and 20 minutes of snowfall. I hope she enjoyed the scenery on the way to school. At least, she got to wear her boots!
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