By: Annie Chamovitz
Sometimes I hate to see the snow coming. I dread school snow days. I have deadlines to meet and most of my work gets done when the boys are in school. So, I cross my fingers for no snow.
This year Virginia’s winter is lingering. Viewing the hills and valleys covered in snow is truly beautiful. It reminds me of why we wanted to move here. It’s so gorgeous here, with many places to hike and to get outside and enjoy nature. Growing kids need as much fresh air as possible.
Today, our first day of spring break, we are looking out the windows at the soft blankets of snow covering our lawn. And the snow keeps falling in fat flakes.
We had planned a trip to Washington, D.C., to visit a few museums. But the snow put a stop to our plans, at least for the time being. Instead we’ll play in the snow and come inside for hot cocoa and cookies later. When I look at my boys, it sometimes amazes me how grown they have become, both in elementary school now. Soon, middle school and so on. Most days, I focus on the daily task of mothering and writing. But every once in awhile, it hits me—a moment I want to capture. I think this might be one reason I've come to love scrapbooking so much. Keeping memories.
“Come outside and play with us, Mom,” Ben says, his eyes full of hope. I melted, and reached for my coat. How could I say no?
Deadlines will wait. Growing boys will not. Sometimes that’s easy to forget. But the blessing of snow days is the sweet, gentle reminder of what is really important.
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