I'm Dreaming

A white Christmas. That's a double negative where I live. The temperatures are coldish here, and I wear my coat sometimes-ish. But, my front yard is brown instead of white and Todd still puts on shorts every day after work.

I don't miss all the extras that are attached to snow. The shoveling, the wet bundles of clothes everywhere, oh, and the shoveling. What I do miss is the first snowfall. It always feels like magic sprinkles falling from heaven. It blankets everything in a crisp newness that makes the world feel quiet. Nothing feels quiet in this house. Ever.

You know what's funny about this snow picture? I can't remember which kid it is. I think it's #3, but it could very likely be #2. Either way, this moment captured in the snow feels magical. And as I sit here in my Texas weather, I'm dreaming, just for an hour or two, of a white Christmas.

Guess what else I'm dreaming about? Kids that obey. I'm totally asking Santa for it. Why not, I believe in Christmas miracles. Especially white ones.