The excitement would have started yesterday at both the girl’s schools as they sat and watched the snow fall from the sky. Abigail planning her evening fun; sledding at Birch St hill, hanging with friends around the neighborhood, home for hot cocoa and a movie snuggled on the couch. She probably would have also lobbied for a sleep over the minute school was cancelled for today- Grace, Paige or Clara? Or would ask for all three if she felt lucky.
Anna would have sat in her classroom amazed by the snow falling. When the annoucement was made that they were going home early I’m sure she would have had a little panic, worried her Mama wouldn’t know to pick her up at a different time. I would be there earlier than the rest because I know she would be worried. We would drive home the back way to avoid 47, smiling ear to ear at the giant flakes falling down and making plans for an evening of fun in the snow. Anna too would lobby for a sleep over, especially if Abigail was having one, McKenna would be her pick.
Snow clothes would be dug out of a basement closet, dusted off and layered so as not to get cold and make the fun end early. White snow pants for Abigail that make her look like a seasoned snow boarder along with a fun ski hat borrowed from my collection. Anna with her black pants, that are just a little too big, and heavy duty socks to make up for rain boots that aren’t for snow but rather warm rain. She would dig for her owl hat, to keep her head and ears warm, and because it was made by her Mama.
Abigail would stay out as long as allowed eating snow, having snow ball fights and loving the freedom. Anna would stay out until she felt cold and then would be back in, drinking hot tea or warm milk but definitely not hot chocolate. She’s the only kid I know that doesn’t like it.
Anna with baby Mary, after bundling Mary up in her red snow outfit, would want to play cafe and help me bake cookies and make homemade pizza, preparing for the evening festivities with friends. We would then dig out sleeping bags and extra blankets for the overnight freeze. Our family room, the preferred sleepover location, is a cold place to sleep especially on a snowy winter night; extra blankets would definitely be needed.
Abigail would arrive home, banging on the door asking for a towel to dry off a bit before she came in. She would be soaked, that’s what happens when your face down eating snow for hours. Smiles all around from everyone.
Tom would make it home and would comment on his commute and the amount the condition of the roads. He’s from Northern England and not used to driving in the snow. Both girls would share the details of their day and share their excitement for the day to come. Tom would announce he too was going to have a snow day.
We would be happy we were all under one roof and that we didn’t have to go anywhere the next day. A free day given by Mother Nature to just be together in the house snuggled up with a warm fire and warm drinks or playing outside in the snow, making snow angels, having snow ball fights and just running the streets of Old Town bundled up.
Snow days are the best with my girls!
These photos were taken last year during a trip to the mountain. We haven’t had a snow day like today in awhile so we went to the snow instead.