Snow

It is snowing.  In Houston.  Snowing in Houston for over five hours now.  It isn't really sticking and is much too wet to capture and shape the snow.  Chances are slim that there will be any snowmen or sledding going on.  But it is a marvel nonetheless.  A city like Houston practically shuts down for inclimate weather.  People here just cannot cope.  Perhaps it is because we all have been victim to hours of weather related traffic in this town - that in my opinion, never should have been settled all those many years ago.  Who was it that saw a flat, hot, humid, mosquito invested swamp land and said, "let's make this home!"

Regardless of the origins of the city, it is snowing today.  All that frank can do is open his mouth and eat the snow falling on his tongue.  He spent some time sweeping snow off my car and dancing over the slush.  I so wish for him to be able to really play in the snow.

 

Some of the greatest moments of my childhood revolve around snow.  If i think back hard enough, i can see my pink, burning wrists where the snow always slipped into my heavy mittens.  I can taste Mrs. Behrens' special chicken noodle soup after a morning of sledding down the hill in Kristen's backyard.  All she really did was add extra noodles to the Campbell's soup, but to me it was extra special.

We used to go sledding at Rosehill Park.  You would take your sled or innertube down the hill and come so close to the creek, i was always afraid with glee.  And I can remember how much it sucked to drag your sled back up the hill to do it all over again, with the snow starting to sneak into the cracks of your snowsuit at your ankles and your wrists, and heaven forbid if your glove came off in the snow... then you were just screwed for the rest of the day with that wet, cold glove that you never could get dry again. 

I love snow angels and snowmen, though i was never skilled in the latter.  I much preferred to watch my dad making the snow creatures from safe inside the house where it was warm.  And that man has some skills.  There was a bunny once, and a giant Snoopy.  Nothing makes a girl prouder than to have the coolest snow creatures of the neighborhood in your own front yard.  

I look at my sweet boys today and so very much hope that they get enough time in the snow while they are still young and silly enough to enjoy it.