Once these boys woke up and saw the inch or so of snow we were surprised with they couldn’t get out the door fast enough.
I remember the days of them needing to be layered up with clothing and snow pants and snow boots and hats and mittens and then of course the second they’d get out the door someone would have to go potty and all the layers would come stripping back off. And then the fun would ensue, but would soon be followed by tears because a mitten came off and snow fell down the back of their shirt.
But yesterday, they threw on their outside jeans, boots and coats and flew out the door grabbing the first slick thing they could find to use as a sled.
7:20 in the morning, in a dusting of snow. Sledding on an empty bag of chicken food. Home-schooled country boys … that’s them.
Once they realized there was in fact fun to be had, they took a minute and found the sled in the shed …
… but the fun of the chicken bag still called.
Remembering all the fun they had here last year, they moved over to the bigger hill in the hay field, milking the snow for all the fun it was worth, while it lasted! They sledded and sledded as we watched (and heard) the snow melting from the trees.
… and also milking that Chicken Food bag for all the fun it was worth, too.
We headed to town a few hours later and when we got home all the snow was gone. I’m grateful for the reminder my boys give me for seizing the moments while they are there. So we can appreciate them more when they’re past … without the regret that comes from saying, “I wish I had played in the snow when it was here.”
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