Yesterday, on the second day of spring, Richmond had a surprise morning snow shower.
It’s snowed probably three or four times in David’s life, and I’ve never really taken him out in the snow. Boo, hiss, what kind of mother am I? I KNOW! But I have good reasons. Reasons like: when it’s snowing outside, it’s cold outside.
My mom happened to be in town for a quick visit, and when David started asking to go outside she immediately suited up. Snow coat? Flannel-lined jeans? Firefighter boots? Let’s go outside.
On her way out she was muttering something about how dare I not let him play in the snow when his cousins in Taiwan would do anything to get to play in a snow shower.
It was cold, so I snapped two photos from our patio, then darted back inside where it was warm and I could eat a bowl of Lucky Charms and watch Sesame Street in peace.