Monday, November 5, 2007
First Snow of the Season!
"Mom! Mom!!! MOM!!!!!" Max's voice frantically called to me. What was the emergency? He didn't sound alarmed, but he sure was loud.
"It's snowing!" he screamed down the stairs, his voice full of excitement and pure joy. Mitchell and I ran upstairs just in time to see a few dainty white crystals being tossed around in the blustery wind. Then they disappeared into the grayness of the day.
When I was little, my fourth grade Sunday School teacher, Mrs. LaVonne Schroeder, taught me a winter tradition that her teacher taught her when she was little. One morning at church, after a recent snowfall, she told us that when she was young, she always looked forward to the first snow of the season, and whatever date the first snowflakes fell to the ground would predict how many snowstorms there would be that winter. So, today is November 5 (my dad's birthday ... Happy Birthday, Dad, and many, many more!!!), which means we may only have five snowstorms this winter.