I am a summer girl. Always have been.. Always will. I would prefer my days hanging out on a boat in my bathing suit soaking up the rays and getting a tan while the sun is bleaching my brown hair. For years I have made quite a scene over the first snowfall of the year. I grumble and complain, make disgusted faces and moan. This means summer is over and the LONG Utah winters have begun.
As a child my dad would come in to wake me up and say, "Turia... I have a suprise for you. Look outside!" As I would look out my window in the darkness, all I see is soft billowy clouds not in the sky but on my front lawn. It's all quiet and the lack of sound that snow seems to bring is a peaceful one. Me.... the summer girl would groan and roll back over in bed and say to my dad.. "I can't believe it's snowing already. I'm going back to bed."
Year after year.. I would wake up to a fresh cloud of snow and the quiet peace that accompanies it. I complain.. I grumble.. I "act" as if it's the worst thing that could happen.
BUT.... it is now time to confess. Even in those early years when I acted as if the snow was a gift from the devil himself... I always felt the magic in that first snowfall. Heaven forbid I actually admit that me.. the summer girl could actually enjoy snow as well. That was too difficult. I always play that day a little melodramatic. But not today. Today I woke up and I couldn't deny that magical excitement that I've felt year after year. I looked outside and joy filled my heart. Not because the long utah winters are about to begin (still hate that part).. but because of what the snow represents. It represents blankets, hot chocolate, soups, more time at home just hanging out, the holidays, playing in the snow and my husbands mood instantly turning to good to ecstatic. This is his "summer"... his "time on the lake". My excitement for this season is mostly in part by watching him... and now.. watching my kids. Today as the snow was falling, Kaden was staring out the window in his jammies and his ski helmet. He hadn't been awake more than 30 seconds before he was running in our room saying.... "Guess what? There's snow on the ground!". That magic is in him just as it's in us.
I don't know why I've fought this season for so many years... just because I prefer long summer days, great tans and flip flops doesn't change the truth that there really is magic in this first snowfall of the year.
Whew!!! It feels good after years of self denial to actually admit that (at times)... snow is pretty cool!
