Walking in a Winter Wonderland!
I was born and raised in Florida. I’ve spent winters at Disney World sweating my ass off, by the pool, at the beach and surrounded by green grass and palm trees.
So when I say that one of my main reasons for moving was to experience a real winter, you should really understand what I mean.
Until moving, I had never seen snow. Sometimes the news would say we’re getting flurries, but only the northern part of the state would even see a tiny bit of frost. I left my windows open all winter long and hoped for a day when I might not be able to because little snowflakes might come inside.
I’ve seen Christmas movies and shows featuring a white backdrop to their hunt for the “perfect Christmas tree”, I’ve listened to songs about how wonderful it is to wake up to a blanket of white and I’ve dreamt of one day getting to experience the majesty all for myself.
A few days ago, I got frustrated and disheartened with the lack of accumulated snow where we’re staying. I’d seen snow by then, naturally, but it didn’t stick and wasn’t enough to even make a single snowman!!
So Nick and I drove out for about an hour to Western Massachusetts where a friend of mine said she had gotten almost 7 inches of snow. And we found it!
More snow than I’d ever seen, covering roads and trees and parking lots! I refused to leave until morning so we parked the car and reclined our seats and watched Netflix while dozing off and waiting for the sun to rise.
And rise it did! I was greeted with gorgeous, jaw dropping scenery covered in glittering, white, fresh snow! Snow plows were doing their thang and I watched it all with the sort of excitement typically reserved to small children on Christmas morning!
I jumped, slushed, walked and slipped on tons of powdery soft snow! I tasted it and threw it and kissed it! Nick laughed at me but nothing could contain my joy.
Fast forward to last night. A snowstorm came to where we’re staying, albeit a small one, and while I heard grumpy remarks from people who are used to the snow already, my sweet little Floridian heart sang with joy!
Nick helped me bundle up ( I tried going out without shoes in a t shirt and pj bottoms, typical Florida style for winter nights) only to be reprimanded and stuffed with gloves and socks and sweaters and jackets and more pants!
I felt ridiculous, as you can imagine, but Nick assured me that it was necessary.
Then I ran outside! The streets were covered and it was still coming down! I started throwing snowballs at Nick and my accuracy improved with each throw! We made a snowman, I made a snow angel and I lay down in the snow, admiring the soft fall of white all over my face as I shivered from the cold.
Eventually Nick got too chilly so he made me come inside. Good thing, too — I hadn’t noticed, but snow had gotten into my pant leg and say pressed against my numb skin for 15 minutes! It took a warm bath and some rubbin’, but the feeling came back eventually!
And then today we went out and took pictures, so that I can remember my first legit snowfall forever! 🙂