Today, for the first time since Decemeber 6th, we had snow. Although I guess it is debatable if you could even say we "had snow." We didn't get an inch. Nor a half an inch. Not even enough to completey cover the ground. Just enough for patches of snow here and there. A light dusting that had been blown into clumps leaving more bare ground than not.
This morning when Cecilia woke up and looked outside, she said, "It's snowing!" And without a hesitation declared next, "I go outside!"
So even before eating her breakfast, she got dressed and bundled up and went out on the deck. She jumped up and down in one small pile of frail snow. She knelt in the bare area beside another and tried to scoop up some in her mittens. She had been wanting snow for almost a month and a half and was determined to try to play in what little we had.
Anyone who has ever had a wonderful snow day or watched children play in the snow would have been saddened to watch this little girl trying so hard to enjoy the fragile patches of snow. She did not last long outside and came inside sad and with a melancholy expression on her face.
As I cannot make snow, waffles and Mickey Mouse are comforting her .