Let me tell you a story. Sometime during the winter last year, it snowed. There wasn’t much to speak of in our sleepy little town, but there was a more significant amount at my office. I left work as soon as the girls’ school announced an early dismissal and started making my way home. I couldn’t get onto the expressway near my office because the on-ramp is really steep. I opted to drive across town for gas and an attempt at a different on ramp. Big mistake. It took me nearly two hours to cover twenty blocks and there was an almost-altercation at the gas station. Cell service was spotty and google maps was zero help. Josh ending up navigating me home over the phone and it was an almost 5 hour commute.
I vowed that day that I would NEVER commute when there was a chance of snow, no matter how small. I’m sure my boss thought I was crazy when I asked to work from home yesterday morning when the forecast looked insignificant for our part of the state. I just had a bad feeling and Josh was traveling yesterday, so I was wary of being so far away from them.
I knew when I went into their room before school and found this, that it was going to be a good day.
It took me about an hour and a half round-trip to pick the girls up and get back home. They watched from the window for a bit and we talked about what all we could do. We sent daddy a few pictures of our good fortune and when it just kept coming down, we decided to spend the night with Gran & Poppy. Just in case.
The cats were pretty unhappy with this snow situation. See? Unimpressed.
This is the snow count when we left home. We had accumulated several inches and it was still coming down pretty hard.
The roads were pretty rough, so we pretty much rolled the five miles from the Rock House to the Log House. We were packed into the car with way too much gear and a very confused dog.
That was at the stop sign right before we got to my parents’ house and this is the view from my childhood bedroom window.
We spent a few hours in front of the fireplace and watching Netflix while we waited on more of that white stuff to pile up before we went outside.
Finally, the girls had had just enough waiting and were ready to brave the cold. We put on all the warm clothes we could manage and convinced Poppy to head outside with us. They had been singing “Do You Want to Build a Snowman?” for hours and were ready to make their very own version of Olaf!
Then we decided to go on a walk and see what other trouble we could get into. Snowball fights, running through the snow, playing with Beemer and a quick visit to Heidi’s house!
How amazingly gorgeous is my parents’ house? I still really want to live here.
And let’s not forget the snow angels!
When we crawled into warm beds with extra quilts last night, there were still so many people that we know and love who were stranded all over the city. No one expected quite so much snow and the roads weren’t salted or sanded. There were people sleeping in my office building, children still stranded at the local schools and friends staying with other friends all over the city! We are so thrilled to have a few days at home together and some memorable white stuff, but we are praying for our friends and hoping that everyone makes it home safe today!
Enjoy your snow day, friends.
