I’ll paint you a little picture:

7:30 PM, Saturday night – Both of us are looking at our respective phones, searching for up-to-date radar of the area.

7:30 AM, Sunday morning – Up to let the dogs out, scanning the sky for signs of impending flakes

8:30 AM – Window blinds are open, we’re drinking coffee, eyes trained on that window.

9:00 AM – We are pressed up against the window like two Garfield car ornaments, trying to determine if what we are seeing are FLAKES or just figments of our excited imagination.

9:03 AM – SNOOOOWWWWW!

For five minutes.

But still, Scott and I did our first “snow” dance, and it was a happy moment indeed. Since we are from Western New York, our childhoods were filled with snow days and sledding, skating and snow angels. Red noses and frozen feet, and when the hot chocolate kicked in? Back out to play some more.

Don’t get me wrong – we live in Virginia because we favor the mild climate. But we are staunch believers that for the two weeks leading up to Christmas, there must be snow. The other 11 and 1/2 months? We’ll take the sun.

The teacher in me is crossing fingers/toes/all appendages for no school tomorrow, but as long as Scott and I can stand at that window looking out at the snow for another five minutes, I’ll be a happy girl.

Stay safe, all, and enjoy a little bit of the white stuff (oh, and cross your fingers for a snow day tomorrow!!)

-Al