As I write this, I am lying on my couch, watching the snow fall. It drifts to the ground in tiny flakes, or whooshes by in huge bursts of wind. It frames my pretty Christmas tree standing in front of the window, and there aren’t enough happy words in the whole English language to describe just how much I love it.
I know, I know–it’s wet and messy; it makes roads treacherous; it causes runs on milk and bread; it traps people in their houses; it basically causes problems galore. I had to leave Louisville last night at 8:30, instead of on Sunday morning, and bring a busload of kids back home so we could beat the storm. Believe me, I know snow is trouble. But none of that matters on a cozy Sunday afternoon, my sweet husband and daughter snug with me in our own little house, watching the world outside transform itself into a Christmas card. Our very own winter wonderland.
This is the kind of day I’ve waited for during the past long, difficult semester. I could not be more content than I am right now. Let it snow.