Are you snowed in? Buried under over two feet of snow? Are you looking out of your windows right now, at piles of white snow, blown up around your windows, or heaped along the back porch stairs, in fluffy mounds?
We're not. And I'm not going to write too much about how disappointed I am that we missed out on the storm of the decade, because some of my good friends and family were majorly inconvenienced by the snowfall. But I am just a little disappointed...just a little bit. For a few glorious moments on Friday afternoon I thought surely we would get some snow. While I was eating lunch with T. in her school cafeteria, and looking out the windows at the heavy, white sky, a teacher came over to our table and whispered to me, so as to not excite the kids right then and there, that schools were all letting out an hour early that day because winter weather was on the way. It was coming! The atmosphere was instantly electric the way it gets here in the south when the words "wintry" and "weather" are used together.
Back at the classroom after lunch, the T.'s teacher grouped the kids around her on the carpet.
"I have something to tell you," she said, in her usual calm and patient voice. Then she leaned in a little.
"School is letting out an HOUR early today because we might get SNOW."
Then she sat back, for what seemed like a full five minutes, and let the kids chatter and buzz about the snow (she's a wise woman, that teacher). The kids fluttered their hands in gestures of snowball-making and snowman-building, and some waved their arms as if they were making the perfect snow angel. It was a fantastic, wonderful thought, that dream of even just a little bit of snow right before Christmas.
But it was just a dream, and the snowmen and snowballs and snow angels were dreams, too--at least for now.
We have been living vicariously through my family in the Maryland/DC area, though (and Skype and a laptop can create an instant window to the winter wonderland). If we're lucky my kids will get to ooh and aah over snow-covered buildings as we head further north, and there will still be piles of snow around for us when we pull into town on Tuesday afternoon, and tumble out of the car, maybe--just maybe--into the snow my kids so badly dreamed about.
The snow I dreamed about.
And for those of you who did get piles and piles of snow, could you save some for us? Maybe just enough for one small snowball, and a tiny snowman, too.