In the days leading up to Christmas, Peeper kept sneaking glances out the window. “It’s going to snow soon,” she said.
Yet the rain continued, and snow refused to accumulate.
The lack of powder was even more cruel considering a huge snowstorm stopped her Aunt Amy and Uncle Luke from driving down for the holiday. At least Peeper got to see all the snow on FaceTime when we talked with my sister.
Then finally, finally, over the weekend it snowed!
It was still dark when Peeper woke up singing. But Eric and I got her out of her crib, draped a fleece over her footie pajamas and opened the front door. Huge, fat flakes were drifting down. They were glowing and backlit from a streetlight and the neighbor’s Christmas lights.
Peeper’s eyes were wide. “It’s snowing,” she breathed.
After eating what passes as a meal in her book, we all bundled up to go outside. Eric, a Michigan native and expert snow angel-maker, taught her to make snow angels. Peeper couldn’t believe how good snow tasted. And she and Eric made the tiniest snowman on record.
Does snow count as a first food?
Or, as Peeper said, “Here’s the North Pole right here!”