Snowfall in NC brings about the same excitement as Christmas or Spring break. The anticipation of the skies sending it's white splendor is unbearable. The only thing that makes it better is seeing 'Stanly County Schools' listed in the closings that flash across the bottom of the tv screen.
Until this year, snow at the Story house meant piles of coats, mismatched gloves, hats, and scarves all piled at the back door waiting for the next big adventure outside. It was cups of hot chocolate and the board games taken from their spot in the cabinet above the bathtub. (Yeah, how many can say they keep the boardgames over the bathtub?) It was extra blankets piled on the beds for both people and pups.
The winter storm of January 2010 brought less coats and paraphernalia at the back door, the excitement of our pups as they felt the icy coldness on their noses for the first time, and the loneliness of the undisturbed snow in the backyard. As I looked out today, I remembered a time when every square inch of it would have been churned up by our three Short Storys and our brown girls, Moses and Maezelle. Our prayers for many years for our children to someday grow to be happy, healthy, and good adults was granted. For that I am truly thankful, but in my heart I miss that pile of 'stuff' at the back door and the excitement of snow.
For the past couple of days, JW and I have had lots of time here by ourselves. We've enjoyed it, but even more enjoyed having The Boy home(when he's not in the kitchen at Harmanco's) for the weekend. As Sunday draws to an end, we'll see him pack up the 'Snot Rocket' and head back to G'boro. That's always quite bittersweet, but today will be a bit more unnerving until we get a text or call saying he's there and safe. I guess at that point I'll resume my position in my chocolate strawberry room with my crocheting or sewing and dreams of Story Tyme while JW mans the tv and makes sure it is thoroughly supervised.
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