And just like that, the snow that blanketed our lawn, our roof, our trees for the past couple weeks is gone.
A little rain and a little mercury rising did away with all that white stuff.
This boy is sad.
Just like his mom as a kid, he LOVES playing in the snow.
Some of my favorite memories are of Wisconsin winters in our backyard, building snow forts and snowmen with my dad, my cheeks turning pink and my fingers frozen.
There was just something about snow, despite its cold, that invited that feeling of magic, of possibility, of creation and of shelter.
All those things we seek as adults.
Reminds me that even as grown-ups, we’re not that far removed from childhood.
I assured my son snow will come again.