OK, so I may never tire of snow days. Two hour delays are sweet for a bit of extra sleep and being able to wash the morning dishes before leaving for work (therefore coming home to a clean house -- reducing stress), but they cannot compare to a full day free of expectations, and beyond the opportunity, the requirement, to go outside and enjoy the beauty -- even if only in the form of shoveling snow!
We were lucky enough to be home and settled without adversity and with uninterrupted power and heat by the time the force of the storm hit. While heating the oven to 500 for homemade pizza, we were able to hop back and forth to the front porch to watch the snow fall and send pictures and texts to Aunt Angie & Co. in the sunny southwest. Even more than the serenity of the snowfall, the ensuing silence is delightful. The porch serves as a refrigerated sensory deprivation tank!
This morning, after one of Daddy's big breakfasts, Dave and Kelly dug out the cars, driveway and sidewalks. Kelly, who declined being photographed at work, deigned to have her activities recorded as she created a snow angel for Aunt Angie!
