You see, every movie that he has ever seen about Christmas has snow in it. Therefore, he thinks that Christmas means snow. I have had a very difficult time explaining to him that we live in the south, and snow is a rarity. But this Christmas, no explanation was necessary. Benjamin got his Christmas with presents AND snow. We had a white Christmas in Atlanta for the first time in over 100 years.
The snow was not just a gift for Benjamin; it was a gift for me. I have always loved watching a beautiful snowfall, but now it is especially meaningful to me. It snowed on March 2, 2010, the day that David went to heaven. On that day, I watched the snow fall peacefully outside of my hospital window as I wept, and a sweet friend of mine told me that the snowflakes reminded her of God's tears. I am convinced that my God cried countless tears for me that day.
So, this Christmas I enjoyed watching the snow as I quietly thanked God for His special gift to me. I did not, however, make it outdoors to play in the snow with my boys. I later regretted this decision and vowed to myself that the next time it snowed, I was going outside to play.
Well, that day has come! On Monday, we woke up to several inches of snow. It is the most snow that I have seen since living in Atlanta. And so far this week, I have spent over six hours playing in the snow with my boys. But who's counting???
We have gone sledding, had snowball fights, and built a snowman. We even got out the shovels and cleared the ice and snow from the steps leading to our backyard. We did all of this and more, including battling the stomach virus and Caleb's temper tantrums as we got him dressed and undressed from all of his snow gear. Whew, I am one tired momma!
And, let me tell you, I don't regret one minute of it. I hope that as my boys grow older and see snow fall from the heavens, they remember their mom playing with them in the snow. And I will remember my heavenly baby and playing in the snow with my two little miracles here with me.
